A Few Paltry Droplets…Drip 39

I walk across the room and place the small glass flask on the counter, skull and crossbones out. It's like Uncle John always used to say: "Revenge makes the nightmares go away."


Voices soft One high One low   Two pajama'd legs Swinging To and fro   Contented He sits In a sturdy lap   The world Unfolding Through the age gap   Little minds Are growing Bending   Old minds Are sewing Mending