The Scythe

​I thought about the progression of my life from my youth. What is happening to me? Why has everyone abandoned me? One can never depend on people's promises; these can never be restored. I was in no laughing mood as I was totally lost and ruined. 

​Just recently I screamed out loud one night as I had a dream that someone threw acid on my face as I slept on a pile of hay in a barn. I saw her through the barn window and she had disguised eyes. I knew her too well. I leapt up to catch her but it was too late. I never try to understand the veiled intentions of a double faced person. 

I was also inclined to sob uncontrollably over my unhappy married life. My wife was like a bat that bit the nape of my neck rather than tell something to my face. Was she the double face? It was like she was a person from another land and was against me in every fashion. She was half heavenly gas and a earthly body made of skin and corpse, seizing me at every opportunity to torture. With her I was like a beggar sealed to a fate of congealed death. Every night she taunted and mocked me. One night I went for a walk and I saw her peeping through the trees, angered, like a giant ready to overturn mountains. She greeted me with her eyes and then disappeared into the mountains darkened by the forest. 

My body, twisted by long patient suffering, eluded her scythe of death. I saw her one night in the woods and chased her only to be mired in the mud. Later that night I found her. I entered the demon house. My wife, only half in the coffin with her physical corpse. My coffin was sitting next to hers empty; my young daughter crying and screamed to me in warning. Then came the blade of the scythe being swung by the invisible spirit of my wife. Like a machine it swung in rhythmic arcs until it cornered me and dealt the death hack.

My daughter, now an orphan, fatherless and motherless, ran screaming into the woods stalked by the spirit of her mother's robo-scythe hacking it's way through the bush.