Fierce Flow: Words on Fire
By Janeare Sanford
(C) 2014 All Rights Reserved to Original Author
NOT ONE MOE
NOT ONE MOE That was her slang, as she spoke to the man in a southern twang.
” dun heard my last lie, I dun had my last cry
dun felt my last pain, dun had it with the rain
I’m tired of being broke, I’m tired of crooked folk
I’m tired of being old, I’m tired of being cold”
She kept rattling, as the list went on, her woes she told, til just about dawn.
til the man held up his shadowed hand and picked up an hourglass filled with sand.
his voice a little rusty but deep and sure ” so you’ve come to me for my kind of cure?”
his words makin shadows that darkened the room, his eyes showing mischief that foretold of doom
“then give me your breath, your blood and your life and then I will get rid of your drama and strife”
she nodded her head and took her life with her hand, he then broke the hourglass that was once filled with sand.
He walk over to her “NO MOE” was all that he said, her body lied limp, broken and dead.
But with the dawn a stranger came by, he walked over to her with an audible sigh
He turned to the shadows anger shown on his face, causing the shadows to run from the place.
“Why didn’t you tell her, you said not one word, why didn’t you tell her of the good news you had heard.
Her change was coming, help was on the way, she just had to hold on and make it ONE MOE day”
The shadowed man spoke with a sweet deadly smile ” It is not for me to give her ONE MOE mile.
I only cut short what was promised to be long; I bring only discord to a sweetly sung song.
I don’t do faith that I do not abide, have you forgotten my name? I am suicide.
I bring only finish, I am the giver of the end, it is you who brings wishes and hopes my friend.”
The shadowed man went over and looked at the knife, then he left as he waved to the man named LIFE.
LIFE stood there looking at the coming dawn as his counterpart death slowly crossed the lawn.
My grandma slowly closed the small book; a knowing sadness was in her look.
A tear had formed and ran down her face, and happiness NO MOE filled the place.
She spoke very slowly as she took my small hand “No matter the problems child you still got sand.
No matter the ill that comes your way, just you remember they’ll be a better day.
I cannot tell you that things will always be good or that people will treat you as they should.
But still don’t give up without a fight; keep your candle lit baby all through the night.”
Grandma closed her eyes with her eyebrows raised and left me this poignant phrase
“See the very day you decide leave, Might be the day life brings reprieve”
GOODNIGHT my CHILD