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Hey Everyone!
I’ve got a new poem up on Wattpad in my serial collection of poetry titled Talking Poems.
The new one is titled G and the D in an E and you can read it for free here:
http://www.wattpad.com/11070589-talking-poems-g-and-the-d-in-an-e
Or you can read it below!
I had the idea for this poem after watching the movie Devil (a so so movie about five people in an elevator, each of their souls claimed by the Devil). The poem turned out way better than I thought it would and all I started with was the idea for the title.
G and the D in an E
When the elevator
doors opened, G
was already there.
We have to stop meeting like this. He said.
The D snorted.
I suppose you want to go up.
G inclined his head.
Yes, and I suppose you want to go down.
The D snorted again.
Where else is there for me to go? You sent me to this cesspool remember?
G’s voice was kind but stern.
Yes, I did, as you constantly remind me.
The D snorted
For a third time.
I hate it here. You know I can only get basic cable.
G inclined his head once more.
You know that the higher cable packages are only for the enlightened. Of which you are not.
The D grimaced.
You constantly remind me of that, too.
G smiled.
Yes. I do.
The D scowled.
Let’s go down.
Up.
Down.
Up.
Fine.
There was steel in the D’s voice.
Let’s let the next wayward soul who boards decide our direction.
G nodded.
Fine. I am amenable to that.
The elevator stopped
and the doors
pinged and slid
open, revealing
a very sorry
looking man. He
had blood on
his clothes and
it was caked
into his fingernails.
Looks like we’re going down then?
The D’s words were full of smile.
G only smiled.
He let the
man covered in
blood onto the
elevator. Reaching out,
G took the
man’s hands in
his and looked
into his eye.
Do you repent? G said. Do you seek forgiveness for what you’ve done?
Tears leaked out
of the mans
eyes and they
were filled with
a beautiful light.
Yes. The man said. Yes.
The D snorted
as the elevator
began to move
upwards, filling with
light as it
went. The D
snorted a final
time, grimacing at G.
You use the same trick every time.
G smiled.
And yet, you fall for it every time, do you not?
The D growled
as the light
in the elevator
began to burn
and singe his
skin.
Bastard. The D said.