She smelled easy money in the air
Everyone was all beer, pizza, and Buffalo winged out.
Now she felt it was time for her to execute her plan while they were in the drunken gluttony afterglow
So fellas, listen up. What do you say we have a little side wager on the game?
Everyone agreed. Two hours later she was seen five hundred dollars richer
Losing his sanity drop by drop
Every little bit oozing out
As he tried to make sense of his Facebook feed
Knowing he should avoid the memes
Putting globules of memories into the air
Enabling the scent of the past to permeate the world
Rose and citrus mixed with grandma and the lake
Funny how smell is the sense that triggers all this
Urging us to remember
Molding the moment into something nostalgic
Except when it causes us to sneeze
Morning sunrise had its glory diminished by the fog wrapping the ground
It gave the world a sense of magical wonder
So rewarding those awake to witness the scene
That still isn’t enough to make me wake up that early voluntarily
Cloaked in her beloved darkness, she shivered with excitement
As she peered over her city, watching those far below
Putting fear in the hearts of those trying to hide in the night
Enabling her to sense her prey
She was so well grounded
That the emotional lightning around her would just fizzle out
And left those around her with a sense of calm
But the smell of drama ozone remained
Letting them know how close they had been to being zapped
Everyone wishes they had a friend like that
Big numbers eventually become small
If you zoom out far enough
Leaving the sense of wonder behind
Like when you’re little, 100 was so big, then a thousand
It boggles the mind at how small those numbers are now
Only by adding zeroes can the awe be added back in
Now what is a big number for you?
Pushing her body to breaking never helped anyone
Unless you were talking about her guilt
Now she was here and wondered if this time she had gone too far
It seemed to make sense in the heat of the moment
So now hanging on this rockface fifty feet up and her strength giving out, she wondered
How did eating a single extra Oreo do this to her?
The words she first typed were complete garbage
Reaching deeper, she tried again, trying to have them make artistic sense
As she typed, though, she knew these were still rubbish
She decided to keep going, but that feeling never seemed to leave her subconscious
How even after all the self-doubt she was a bestselling author amazed her every day
Signals of her desire radiated outward at the speed of emotion.
Even as dense as he was, he had to sense something.
Nodding, he seemed ready to speak. She stepped closer, hopeful.
Don’t you know it he ran away instead? Next time she was going to try semaphore!