The Click of Heals

Beware dear Oz, For I am thy undoing!

Considered step upon the bricks of gold,

   Their broken souls I’ve buried under mire,

   My voice of embers sets the muck on fire,

               Locasta’s tears reflect as Oz unfolds.

The field of poppies genuflects in fear

                His Rusted tin in pieces, sprayed in grief

                Lay Skinned, his hide hangs on emerald leaf

                The Flying monkeys stroke the sky’s frontier

She runs, her crystal slippers no defense

                Into a nightmare waking into blood.

                The Green to dust, the scarecrow’s remnants shown

To reveal the hopeless wish. The presence

                Of the wizard’s deal. Her form chewed by mud.

    Reminder that  there is no place that’s home

Reviews

[Crowley]

I chanted this like a monk hopped up on a bitter IPA. What a great cadence and the use of Oz in a most unique and creative manner. Once you go down that road, ain't no amount of clicking gonna get you back.....but we all know better right? No get those naked munchkins dressed, stop staring at Dorothy's breasts and get back to work.

[Tommy]

Man you had me seeing tornadoes ripping through paradise. It seems were not even safe in our dreams anymore. It’s a fool gold road, and I’m pretty sure I’ve dated that wicked witch, but at least she had a sense of humor… When Dorothy’s boy finds out about that wizard, I think he is going to f**k him in the a*s…Life is reality and the reality is there are more broken homes than heartfelt homes of love…

Great Write E.H.!
RLG,
Tommy

[Kerry O'Connor]

I've always identified strongly with this heroine - and believe that any painful journey is doable with the right companions... Now you want to pull the yellow brick road out from under me? That's just not on.

[Jūdan FyreHeart]

=D Excellent work. The way you continued on the story in the dark and almost melancholic horror style was brilliant. The complete loss of hope as everything is torn from under them, ripped to shreds and condemned to the simple reality. We're just parasites, temporary residents, this isn't our home.