so she tore ass down the alleyway
ducking into some uptight doorway
then squeezed herself into nothingness.
still a cacophony of internal voices followed relentlessly.
stooping down
madam picked up some rusty key
still soaked from incessant days
hidden under some discarded storefront mat
just then a steel door vaulted, then released:
and that was when Ophelia made her move
leaping onto a chipped transformational bottomless table,
she peered into the cracked lines in the faces of the phantoms before her
“Is this chase necessary?” one of the ghouls complained
“Yes, can’t you see we’re all exhausted?” another chimed
Ophelia was deciding whether to disembody and morph back into her tigress persona
“We just wanted your autograph”, Imogene,
the striped one blurted: “Don’t split yet!”
then…“no one here gets out alive”, hissed Ophelia, in spite of her paranoia…
then...another steel door, vaulted: and the follow up ghastly season had now begun
starring Ophelia now having formally changed her name back to Imogene
Lake Worth, FL
2013