The Maniac Under the Blade and Pen

By: Aika Dingle

A marble that was scattered across the floor

sent me to a quick garble

Gabriel rose from the dead, tho he wasn’t the man I loved.

A song that sent me to a lullaby, 

voice as painful as cake, he remained sweet.

until the filling gradually dies.

My head shot like a cannonball,

crimson filled my head,

and my favorite pen that smelled like cinnamon.

wrote these words, as her arm pressed around the paper,

Gabriel snickered before farewell,

“I saved you,”