The Ladies of Horror
Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge!
by Angela Yuriko Smith
I was the ball and chain, a tired trope
at the end of your rope, always dropping the ball
a lost cause, a wasted space one mistake short
of being replaced.
I felt like a burden, an overused cliché
a useless victim forever on the brink
sinking fast under your eye, trapped in shadow
fumbling, failing, insufficient, inadequate
a wasted effort, a misstep to trip you up.
And then you did trip, a quick slip and spin
an accident, no harm meant, no foul play
down the metal stairs, such tragic magic
that sent your skull cracking on pavement.
I might have helped, called an ambulance
shed a tear but you chose the wrong moment
to lay the blame. A small white ball bounced
down the stairs, making music as it touched
each step, reminding me that loving you is
like trying to stack molasses, a no win game.
and like molasses I let your brains drain and
with it my pains until you cursed me for
being too stupid and lame… and I
told you I agree, and I think
the same thing and I
name for the
old ball and
be a mace.
Fiction © Copyright Angela Yuriko Smith
Image courtesy of Rie Sheridan Rose.
More from Angela Yuriko Smith:
Angela Yuriko Smith is an American poet, author and co-publisher of Space and Time magazine, a publication that has been printing speculative fiction, art and poetry since 1966. Together we build a poem as a community each month. Visit “Exquisite Corpse” at SpaceandTime.net to submit.
Such FUN!! “Tragic magic” indeed! This is so full of clever, it’s about to burst. Thanks for a goodie!
Thank you Marge! Poor Ryan asked if I had suppressed anger at him 😂
Thanks! And thanks for all the great photos this month!
A terrific poem. Loved the last line.
Thank you! It was one of the ones where I really had no idea where I was going until I arrived.
The pace and rythm of this poem is fab and those last few words are the best payoff ever.