Part XXIII (A and B)

(Two more pieces today - i nearly didn't blog the first but the tenderness counterbalances off the madness of Part B)

A

Coughing slightly
once she had finished hugging him
Ghana spoke
'Albert'
she brimmed
bleached in the sunset.

'Ghana, it's been a while'
He smiled.

It had been a while.

Too long for both of them.

B

Flitering through the estary

Chisteled in clay

The last kill

Was reckless

Even he knew that

Diving out of the shadows

Towards a group of men

At the edge of the river

Trying to tell them to run

Only creating laughter,

Laughter until he nearly

Killed one of them

And fists began hitting

His side,

And the rat in him

Became a wolf

And madness covered

The moon.