“The eyes have,” cried the speaker. “The eyes have it.”
The members of the house remained quiet, unable to watch as wooden hands emerged from the front bench, dragging her in. She let out a scream, silenced as her throat turned to wood.
The speaker looked to the empty place on the bench where the Prime Minister had sat. The fallen ministers returning his gaze. “The eyes have it,” he sighed.
As with all wee cards this week, The original drawing of The Eyes Have It is available on Etsy for £5. Linky: littlefears.etsy.com
After three years of cocking up and Brexit, the unelected Prime Minister, Theresa May, has finally been forced out by her own party. There are only two good things about her tenure. First, it takes grit to stand up and give speeches with that many knives sticking out of her back. Second, she’s better than Boris Johnson, who’s poised to take her position.
Hmm, that’s not really good things is it? Oh well, another squatter evicted from 10 Downing Street.
For those outside the UK who may not get the ‘eyes have it’ reference. ‘The ayes have it’ is a phrase used by the Speaker, Mr John Bercow, during parliament after vote results.
On my shoulders carrying the weight dreams broken left dying at my feet tears gathering never falling staring into the mirror hollowed eyes empty what can I say? You haunt me my dreams my desires. I want to walk forward forge a path but there you are foiling my way. Smoked delusions lay back watch starlight dance across the sky I hurt ache take a deep breath my pain hidden pushed down until forgotten. Not forgotten ignored smile plastered heart breaking you pass me by I wish you happiness while I sink to my knees memories overwhelming one after another bleed veins slashed sorry no blame no guilt I need to be free….. free of pain of hatred of life….. Bend not before my grave raindrops hard battering no salve for your conscious. Scars threaded black and blue you might hit me curled inwards words pierce slaughtering my soul my heart. Good night my sweet prince. Come just a little closer lean in feel that blade slip between your ribs. Fall to knees gasp cold grief stand above should have told you I am a psychopath.
Story by Jay-lyn Doerksen of daisymae874.wordpress.com. Check out Jay’s blog for more poetic poems. Thanks for the spooky vibes, Jay!
He looked at the cage. He hated that rabbit. It’s white fur and ruby-red eyes. They burned in the dark. Most children his age liked Easter. He hated it. He knew what happened to the neighbour’s cat last year. He wondered if his parents knew. Probably not, they were too busy out drinking at that bar. He heard the latch coming loose on the hutch. He watched the rabbit as it left the room on tonight’s hunt. Easter bunnies should be feared.