Super Powers!

For some time she had thought she was clumsy

items falling off the tables bumping into objects

had to admit was always a klutts as a small child

but lately became annoyed as things always fell

even people nearby tripped and ran into walls

she was nineteen now maybe she was possessed

found a medium on-line and on her way to meet

found the address a small cafe in a back street!

 

Not her choice of a meeting place that’s for sure

a strong smell of coffee and a variety of cakes

greeted a very hungry teenager as she tripped

a tray of cakes flew off the cluttered counter

promoting a very concerned woman to appear

very surprised expression on her chubby face

came to observe the sticky mess could only stare

then glanced over at her suddenly became aware!

 

From a seat by the window a woman in a long dress

soon came over to assist in an awkward situation

ushering her away from an irate annoyed assistant

gently guiding her to a table in the secluded corner

the mess was noisily cleared with added swearing

within she became tense felt her heart begin to race

those fiery emotions finding hard to embrace!

 

The table started to rock as she listened to the noise

the woman whose name was Angel gently spoke

please Jaz calm down you are causing the movement

surprised am I really how can that be as it stopped

you can move objects by the power of your thoughts

that’s telekinesis isn’t it I have heard this can be done

silent for a second yes true but you have super powers

shaken at this unbelievable news she now devours!

 

Emotions hit the roof the plate-glass window shattered

calm down you will need to control your fervor

jumping clear luckily it had blown outwards we must go

we have much to discuss they exited the premises

still stunned Jaz had many questions she needed to ask

walking down the street you are not alone there are more

like you this is no fiction or a big dramatic movie feature

you must remember your not a monstrous creature!

 

With reassurance Jaz added glad you connected with me

there are agencies who are seeking special ones like you

from the risk of getting into their clutches we must flee

together to meet the others went in a daze to stay free!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

 

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The Basement!

She found it hard even finding the office block

expecting to find a modern building

several times walking by the shabby front

it had to be her first day of work

across the thresh hold did step she was late

now in a very flustered state.

 

Up to the reception desk to ask for the directions

an elderly uniformed man sat

who did not even raise his head when she spoke

telling her it was on level three

rushing to the lift pressed the button and waited

to just go home she debated!

 

When the lift arrived got in pressing the button

to take her up to the third floor

seconds passed then descended to the basement

not what she had expected

jolted to a halt the doors opened slowly revealing

a dank corridor with low ceiling

 

Heard a soft voice calling her name stepping out

taken by surprise by the sound

the lift shut and now stood all alone in a nightmare

that pleading voice guided her

amongst discarded equipment and hissing pipes

making her have increasing gripes!

 

Every shadow seemed a lunging demonic beast

now focused on a greenish hue

collided with a disused filing cabinet then a chair

saw a woman standing there

that faded into thin air only a short distance ahead

her sanity hung by a thread!

 

Now drawn into a small storage room feeling trapped

behind something scuttled passed

then in front heard a whimpering soft anguished cry

in a corner a young woman crouched

empathy filled her confused mind as she approached

as before her a beast encroached!

 

No more the poor wretched woman before her eyes

in the oppressive dim greenish light

but a hideous crouching snarling beast from hell

instinct made her turn and flee

tearing at the flesh on her legs blindly tried to run

certain her earthly life was done!

 

Weakening with every step saw an exit sign ahead

could only hope it would open

slamming against it at speed she burst through

reaching the ground floor level

falling through the fire door back in reception

standing dazed in reflection!

 

Without hesitation now quickly left this building

and down the way she had come

halting to inspect the painful wounds on her legs

but there was no marks to be seen

what had happened impossible to comprehend

petrified into the crowd did blend!

 

Those images haunted her did it really happen?

 

Never told anybody of her shortest day in a job!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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