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Megan Bay Poem
Part 3
She dropped the greens in a hurry
sliding back on all fours
desperate to get away from the vegetable that she couldn’t have seen move
she was going crazy
that was the only logical solution
But somehow,
she knew,
this wasn’t one of the many times her mind had tricked her
making her believe something
that no one else believed
Throwing away the idea of being sneaky,
they advanced forward
showing their faces to the one that had ruined everything
she scrawled against the wall behind her
struggling to get away from the things moving towards her
Creeping their way towards her cowering form in a corner
they limped on their leaves
growing soggy from the ice that was once on them melting
in the heat of the inside
how could she stand this heat when she claimed to love the cold?
Then, the attack began
Leaves scratching
hands batting
a scream
a whimper
and then nothing
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Megan Bay Poem
Part 2
Now they had to get revenge
They crawled through the night
the ground frozen from days without sun
to the place where she had gone,
her human skin not strong enough to live in the cold
her mind so reveled in
When morning came they waited
and waited
and waited
for the perfect moment to make their move
the get the revenge they so longed for
The cold sun hit the middle of the sky
they made their way
Moving like plants move when no one is watching
to the base of the house
blocked and protected by a wall of brick and cement
She was sleeping
surrounded by a plethora of illnesses
the ones that grip you from the inside
never to show on the outside
hiding from everyone
She couldn’t bring herself to leave
when the bells started going off
in the little box that sat on her nightstand
Couldn’t bring herself to leave
the one place she could get escape
But the kale waited again
and waited
and waited
in the cold that consistently grew colder
relentlessly taking hold of the last of their ability to live
They moved when the cold burned their leaves
leaving spots of discoloration in their wake
giving them scars they’d never be released from
forever a mark on their skin
to tell where they’d been
They rushed as fast as you’ve ever seen
as fast as a plant could,
eating their way through the siding,
driven by the need for justice
to end the one girl that enjoyed the thing that killed so many
Inside the house
they nearly fell and wilted from relief
of the heat soaking into their veins
the heater thrumming from outside
overworking to keep things from freezing
Almost as soon as they stepped inside
a stirring began
the sleeping girl started to wake
unable to sleep from the angry stomach
she harboured inside her
The kale leaped,
desperate to keep their plan a secret until they were ready
tripping over leaves and feet,
they made their way to the refrigerator
just in time to flop to the floor, limp and lifeless.
What was she to assume
other than she may have dropped them
this morning in her hurry to get a water,
never even noticing as they fell to the floor
laying in the warmth all day
She knelt down to pick them up
scooping them into her palms to reach the trash can
but then one of them moved
it wasn’t much
but it was enough
They knew they’d been caught,
it was the youngest, still new to his dark leaves
only just began to be ripped away from the summer
he couldn’t hold still,
so he moved
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Megan Bay Poem
Part 1
Summer days turned to winter
wind chilling each who dared to venture
out into the cold days and night
the ones that robbed us of our warm sun and
days of fun.
The vegetables were dying
starving for the light that was once abundantly theirs
They’re hungry
calling out for help in the dead flower beds and
gardens covered in snow
The rot had taken over
consuming every plant within reach of the winter’s
cold
dead
fingers
While the vegetables withered away out in the cold
the people gathered indoors
they sat in front of fires
bundled up with blankets
holding tightly so the cold wouldn’t touch them
One girl really didn’t mind the cold
she felt at home
with the ice and wind
she went for walks
as the others cowered in their homes
The rot’s victims envied her,
her ability to walk in the snow
to leap in the air
never having to worry of what may happen
if she stayed out a little too long
She walked past gardens and trees
asleep for the winter
some never to wake up again
some to come to the next warm day,
playing the waiting game
Some never slept
struggling with their last days of survival
before the cold reaches in and takes
what’s left of the summer days now fades
and disintegrates to nearly nothing
Kale struggled to keep up with the cold
striving to keep warm
jealous of the warmth that the people felt
every time they went inside their homes
forgetting of the plants they tended to all summer
In the summer, the kale thrived
they soaked up the sun
dancing in the warm nights when no one’s out to see
they were loved by the people, if not only temporarily
using their powers for good
But then she had to go and make things terrible
forgetting them in her garden to rot in the winter
taking their brothers and sisters and searing them with the one thing they love
heat
she baked them in a slow and agonizing process
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