Log after log swung off the truck and onto the mud
Under a gray sky that threatened snow any day now
Maybe she would have time to get this cabin built, but it would be close, too close.
Before she had moved out here, all she knew was the stuff you got from Home Depot or Lowes
Every day in this wilderness ingrained into her a sense of place, a sense of nature
Reaching for the first log with her backhoe, she eased her future over the foundation wall. Time to build her future.
Suddenly the color leached from the world around him
And nothing seemed to make sense
Depression is a bitch
But what do you mean it won’t compile?
You told me to put that bracket there!
This makes no sense. Why don’t you do what I told you to?
Except you are doing so and that’s why it doesn’t work?
Sometimes programming really …
Don’t fear the reaper was a phrase that didn’t make sense
Reaper represented death, the end, that’s all folks
Everyone should be fearful. They should be scared witless.
And that’s why he was so confused at the moment
Didn’t these people understand he was the real thing, especially on Halloween?
“Some heavy rocks you’ve got there.”
“Thanks, I’ve been growing them all my life.”
“Okay… growing rocks? Never heard of that.”
“No kidding? It’s all the rage. Ever heard of Stonehenge?”
“Everyone has… Wait, now that makes sense!”
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