The dancers shimmied their way through the puffy clouds that softened their edgy, razor-like talons. There was a time when I revered them. Little did I know that their dance would shape the sky with pink framed portraits of war and terror. Their Vigilant steps of ecstacy and determination landed their pointed toes on the tops of trees and jungle gyms as kids flew up to greet them. Damn, if only they knew …. Laughter was abound, This communion marked the beginning of a legacy that TOO would be etched in their hearts forever. This dance can still be seen from the purple wings of a field mouse as it flies through the old churches. Nymphs and rainforest leaves meet there regularly.
I decided it was in my best interests to pay my respects, so I laid my short blue hair at the feet of the revered nymph dancer. I WISH I’d been prepared for her response …… Before I fucking knew it, she sliced my face open with her barbaric long toenails and had her field mouse fly me over to their haunted church for more of the same. Holy shit! Any attempt to escape was futile, so I slipped beneath the closest blood stained rainforest leaf and waited patiently, shivering. How on earth did I land myself in this mess anyway?! Oh that’s right, I was stupidly trying to offer my respects, now I’m fucked!
As I notice the dancers entering the church through the keyhole of the confession booth, I realize that THIS is a day that will be etched in my heart forever, not to mention the scars that I’ll wear on my face with shame.