Megan Bay Poet ABC

Killer Kale

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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