HLB07 (Jul 6, 2016)
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CAFE AND DINER RECEIPT
DATE: 7/06/16
BY R.R.
HORRORS CASE NO. 7
It seems to have worked. I penned this poem, though I don’t believe I was truly the author. I cleared my mind, allowing the threads of fate to weave a warning in rhyming words. Overall, I don’t feel too “different,” though my mind is still abuzz with couplets, triplets, As and Bs. I hope that I haven’t opened a door I won’t be able to close… though if these words come true, perhaps there is power in this prose? Perhaps seeing things in honeyed rhymes isn’t such a horrid crime?
‘We Are Open’ the sign invites,
With its dim and quiet neon glow.
Leading to comfort food and late, late nights,
The Cafe continues to grow.
A patchwork quilt of colorful faces,
Sewn tight with three layers of cloth.
Basting under his good graces,
A bitter brew sweetened by heavy froth.
In the shadows, thick and dark,
Black Needle pierces as he sews.
Each new scrap provides a new spark,
Which the Cafe needs to grow.
Hidden deep in swirling, swashing tide,
Lies his penultimate prize.
A treasure no one can hide,
From starry watchful eyes.
A stitch-in-the-ditch,
Could be a plan without a hitch.
To introduce an intentional glitch,
With a heart as dark as pitch.