Fly (Photo credit: Jim, the Photographer)
Sixteen days, sixteen hours,
Sixteen minutes
I saw sixteen flies
Around the carcass
What?
What did you say?
Oh, you think
You’re very clever then
Sixteen
One plus six is seven
All good children go to heaven
Cosmic jokesters all of you!
There’s nothing heavenly about that death
That stinking thing
On the road
Spreadeagled like a promise
Of the pit
The flies know
The flies
All sixteen little soldiers
Of their dark little lord
They know
I know
I’ve known for days
Does it make you satisfied?
Sick to my stomach and I can’t eat
Can barely think
But I can count
You didn’t count on that, did you?
You think I don’t count
Ha! Did you get that? Did you understand?
You think I just..don’t count
But I’m counting
I’m counting backwards, all this time….
When I was sixteen
A dark little man
Took me by the hand
Now it’s all just death and debris
All the flowers
Sixteen little lilies
That he stole from me
And they think I don’t remember
I bit off all my fingernails
They bleed at the quick
The salty taste of blood
Like a familiar friend
Sixteen days, sixteen hours
Far more than sixteen years
I know they’re coming for me
Coming for me in the end……
I’m counting on it….
(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
For mindlovemisery’s prompt 7 – at http://mindlovemisery.wordpress.com – one of the options was to write as though one was mad/insane, so I gave that a go…hopefully it worked! 🙂
helenvalentina 
I love this Helen you absolutely achieved the goal! A brilliantly mad poem
Thanks, a bit scary how easy it was to go into that headspace though, LOL! 🙂
LOL we all have our share of inner crazy
LOL, though I promise I don’t go round obsessively counting things in real life, LOLOL! 🙂
“A dark little man
Took me by the hand”
Yep, that’s freaky..
It was meant to be…glad it worked…all of it entirely, entirely fictional of course! 🙂
But of course, thank you Freud 😀
LOL, thanks!! 🙂
Oh my word! I wish you had that disclaimer in the beginning. I felt horribly for you that you lost your mind and all. Great job, Helen!
LOL…sorry…was just following the prompt! I don’t think, if I went mad, it would be about numbers. Now, the inherent necessity of chocolate icecream to the very future of mankind, that’s another matter! LOL 🙂 🙂 xxx
I think we have been way to silent in our poems….either mad or sane…..about chocolate ice cream. 😀
Very true, probably worthy of an ode or two!! 🙂
Definitely, sweet friend!!
I write as though I’m insane all the time, because officially I am classified as insane. Then again, if the world is meant to be sane, then I’m glad I’m not.
Well I see a lot of humour, and perception and wisdom in your writing…if that comes from insanity then so be it, they say a lot of truly creative people are a bit mad. 🙂
Yeah it worked. Worked well.
Thank you!! 🙂 🙂
wow my head is spinning and i must sit on the floor to regain my balance after reading this one )
Thank you – I was trying to portray dis-ordered, obsessive thinking, so your reaction might indicate it worked!! 🙂 🙂
delightful and fun
Thank you! 🙂 🙂
There should NEVER be 13 comments (or anything else- LOL) Sixteen was perhaps the worst year in my teens. I like the playful way you seem to be mocking yourself- you seem to have fun writing (or maybe I just would like to think that. Another great write.
It was fun to write in a way…exploring madness gives a certain license really…you can really say anything and the more odd or out there it is the more it works as a portrait of insanity. 🙂 But I should note on another level that I do not mean to mock insanity, it’s a very tragic way to exist – I meant only to try to portray it. 🙂
mad mad mad..delightfully mad
Thank you!! 🙂 🙂
Oh wonderfully brilliantly delightfully mad! Brilliant close!
Anna :o]
Thanks so much!! 🙂 🙂
It’s fun and it’s screwy — and it makes a kinda sense…. brilliant!
Thanks so much!! 🙂 🙂