Flash Fiction: Good Business by PheonixKarr, literature
Literature
Flash Fiction: Good Business
We're finished, Madame. How do you feel?
The sound of knuckles popping echoed through the dilapidated ballroom. The silver chamber set up in the center hissed loudly as it opened.
I feel.... ah... A woman breathed deeply, then sighed happily. I feel fantastic. Slowly she stepped from the blinding lights inside the chamber, dressed in a black smock.
Would you like to see your new body? A tall man in a grey uniform stepped forward, motioning towards one of the few mirrored walls that hadn't been smashed. Most of our clients don't care, but I knew you'd l
Oh, Willow! Weeping Willow!
Why dost thou weep?
Vexed at the Wind for he whistles, not speaks?
Bemused by how warm he caresses thy leaves,
thence terribly cold, striking with speed?
Oh, Willow! Weeping Willow!
Why dost thou cry?
Jealous thou art one of many he passeth by?
Envious of the Brick, who always stands firm
as he passeth, while thou twists and thou turns?
Oh, Willow! Weeping Willow!
Why dost thou sob?
Thou giveth and giveth, and he plunders and robs.
Thou longeth for traits that the Wind dost not hold.
He ist what he ist and ist not what thou molds.
Oh, Willow! Weeping Willo
The day he walked in,
he stood out.
The day he left
he blended in.
Black Sheep! Black Sheep!
When did your wool become white?
And your lungs so full of tar?
When did your heart go missing,
and take a trip so far?
Black Sheep! Black Sheep!
Tell me, where did you go?
I can't find your familiar colored eyes
in this field of look alike clones.
Black Sheep! Black Sheep!
You run, to follow the herd and your shepard.
Black Sheep! Black Sheep!
You have become
The Pretender.