Rag Doll

Rag Doll by Michael R. Burch, circa age 17 On an angry sea a rag doll is tossed back and forth between cruel waves that have marred her easy beauty and ripped away her clothes. And her arms, once smoothly tanned, are gashed and torn and peeling as she dances to the waters’ rockings and reelings. She’s a rag doll now, a toy of the sea, and never before has she been so free, or so uneasy. She’s slammed by the hammering waves, the flesh shorn away from her bones, and her silent lips must long to scream, and her corpse must long to find its home. For she’s a rag doll now, at the mercy of all the sea’s relentless power, cruelly being ravaged with every passing hour. Her eyes are gone; her lips are swollen shut to the pounding waves whose waters reached out to fill her mouth with puddles of agony. Her limbs are limp; her skull is crushed; her hair hangs like seaweed in trailing tendrils draped across a never-ending sea. For she’s a rag doll now, a worn-out toy with which the waves will play ten thousand thoughtless games until her bed is made. Driedel! by Michael R. Burch, circa age 18 “Worthy is the Lamb that was slain to receive power, and riches, and wisdom, and strength, and honour, and glory, and blessing.” – Revelation 5:12 On Erble's fiery mountain she lifts her eyes to greet the avalanche of lava as it cascades through the peaks. Her eyes are fiery systems burning with wonder, all-seeing yet unseeing; her voice is like thunder! Soft as a thrummingbird she speaks; she whispers to the dawn of Erble's final awakening, and the Void gives voice to song. Driedel! Driedel! Driedel! Virgin of the heights, shed your gown of alasty and come to meet Dark Night! Her cheeks like alabaster, her tentacles aflame, she leaps to greet her Lover and screams his godly name! Her throat is black and violet, her teeth are plated sjurl. The fire licks her features and laps her smoking curls. A palatable offering! The work is done; the deed has been executed exactly as decreed. Driedel! Driedel! Driedel! Go to meet your Lord, and through your new alliance, keep your people pure. Driedel! Trump’s Trumpet: Trumped Up or Trumped? by Michael R. Burch Our president’s sex life—atrocious! His “pieces of a$$”? Braggadocious! His tool though? Immense! Or perhaps just pretense, since Stormy declared “hocus-pocus!” Keywords/Tags: rag doll, doll, sea, ocean, waves, beautiful, beauty, clothes, toy, toys, power, hair, agony, mercy, anger, Trump, trumpet, tool, Stormy