Revenge of the Unfinished
By: Alice :) [love ya Alice in Wonderland!]
Far in the back corners of Amadeo's place
Hangs a lonely frame swaying
To the rap-tapping of a blusterous rain.
Thunder and lightning play their musical light show
When a BOOM rattles the picture
The watches as it plummets and cracks.
Two restless characters emerge from it's seams.
Together they screech, plea
For the years they have been left unfinished. "'Meek
Amadeo' how very fitting" they think
He has allowed so many others to wait for what would never come.
For their opaque eyes to finally have an iris and pupil,
For their faces to be not so crooked,
For their noble brows to be filled in.
No, they cannot wait any longer.
In lavish chambers the artist lays awake.
Nervously he shakes, quaking
The bed post,the chandelier, the paintings. Caked
With oil his tremolos hands find the candle.
He stalks toward the door, like a frightened snake ready to strike.
A shiver of one thousand pin-pricks runs through him as he reached for the door.
The stale stench of paint settles in his swelling nose.
He can keep it closed. Expose
Nothing. He cannot. He jiggles the knob. Showing
Their odd forms they appear,
Holding brushes out to Amadeo a he tumbles.
The two lunge forward with all of their might.
He reaches out, blind, petrified
By their hideous appearances and cries,
"You are perfect the way I made you!"
But they wanted to be finished.
Two skins, artist and paint, come into contact as they lunge again.
Both fleshes burn at the touch,
Leaving an ashy taste in their mouths.
All three are strong, the lone one the hulk of them all.
He uses what is left of his strength.
The characters dissolve, their dust blows back behind the glass,
To the iron cast, passing
Away into their eternal prison. Plastered
to the cold, hard floor the artist is motionless.
Drifting away into the forgiving waters of peace
No more paintings to yell out their flaws,
No more of their anger,
No more...No more...