MY THIRD WORLD, MY MONOLOGUE
(I saw the wife of the devil)
I had a dream I shouldn’t have had. I slept into a sleep I shouldn’t have reawakened from.
I opened a chapter that was reserved for night mares. I saw enigma in strict communion with mystery, while misery was their host.
While the day was hot, I focused on fantasies, while it was yet a cool evening, I should have repented from them, but they were better than my realities.
I tasted the fog. I released the frog of confusion into the night. Children would curse me if they awake from their sleep, for I have sent them into the captivity of their childhood dreams.
My mother is to blame.
My step-mother is a witch. My mother is the Mummy of witches.
So I kept a diary in vastness of my boredom to relinquish the happiness of fun. By gone are the days of wizards, by gone are the days magic, by gone are the day’s spells and portions.
Don’t judge me because I don’t have a name. Don’t look down on me because I said I will live in the valley forever.
If you search the Hills, there you will find me, If you search the West, you will find me to be the Queen of the Coast.
I have no relations with the East, but my son is from there. Don’t judge me.
My words are for the mighty, so if you are a weakling, toss me the coin of Ceaser the great. If indeed you are mighty, bring me his head a silver platter. I, if I curse the days of Lucifer, heaven shall be my foe.
To say I saw him, fall like lightning from heaven, you will need to forgive me. Curse is his wife and their children.
She came into my dream.
I saw her, yes, she saw me.
We spoke, she trembled, she voiced out her threats but I wasn’t moved. She mothers the bitches I know so I wish them grave prayers for their whoredom.
I am what you say I am, but I am not what you think I am. So chew on your thoughts, bite your fingers, for I have arrived!
MY WITCH DIARY
My Diary should speak but her unfaithful words against the moment of my delivery relinquished my trust for her.
I should have had a wonderful day at the heart of the famous City of Tears but Nemesis caught up with me.
I was arrested to go to the Jail of Retribution. Then I found fault when I by passed the Court of Law of Retribution.
I laughed within me.
on my way to Jail, I scorned her that called herself Justice, for she is deceit.
After a decade in Jail, I came out a monster, yes, that monster you see in your dreams. I was jailed for a crime I didn’t commit.
What was my crime? That I cried in the City of Tears!
Life is a Crime if you do not commit a crime, don’t take my words for it because everyone is a potential criminal.
I am not your Mentor, don’t follow me.
Today is my Four hundred and Tenth birthday, should I curse the day I was born, should I curse that day again.
For today, I had seen the wife of the devil and my witch diary is not full, satisfaction is far from her.
The wife of the devil, she is beautiful, every man’s dream, the desire of every woman, in the soul of every child.
Those that kept the whip from their wards will eventually entertain her, the wife of the devil.
She creates the dresses that we wear but the devil wears Prada.
You will find her at the top of every mountain, at the gate of every city, at the tits of every harlot.
A good man once sent her to the Isles of her beast, the devil, but Wickedness released from the shackles but it will only last for a season.