Black Wire

There was a young girl

who was fair skinned with

jet black hair.

She walked home

with the threat of

silence in the air.

She was lost in her thoughts

and carrying her books.

She had had a long day

under the sun.

She had read Dickenson, Keats

and a smutty little novel.

She had lingered over that one.

Bad thoughts entered her mind

and she was wishing for temptation.

She looked at the trees and

noticed the bareness of fallen leaves

and a long winter was slowly approaching.

But what she wasn’t aware of

was an eerieness that had

wandered her way.

She didn’t know it

and was chewing the flavor

out of her strawberry Bubble Yum.

She got to her apartment and

fumbled for her keys.

She cursed as they were at

the bottom of her purse.

And as she began to fish

for them,

she was quite, quite surprised

by the black wire

that became taut against

her fragile neck.

She clawed and struggled

but was taken by surprise

and then she crumbled

and felt her head hit

the rough stone.

And her eyes glazed over

and the next moment

she was dead.

And the malicious black wire

was tucked back in his murderous pocket.

Jennifer Jo Fay

Copyrighted January 30, 2012