Mischief Twins
control
They appeared once the plan had been revised
enough times to feel airtight.
Nothing was wrong yet.
That was the problem.
Poe stood beside the list, reading it upside down.
Pix leaned against the door, blocking it without touching it.
“You can manage every variable,” Poe said,
“and stay prepared.”
“Or you can loosen your grip,” Pix said,
“and find out what was never yours.”
The person asked which option kept things safe.
Poe laughed quietly.
Pix didn’t.
“Control doesn’t prevent loss,” Poe said.
“It just schedules it,” Pix said.
After they left,
the plan still looked perfect
except for the part
where it couldn’t breathe.
Nekonoir
Author’s Note: The Mischief Twins don’t behave like characters. They behave like consequences. I didn’t write them to be understood in a straight line. I wrote them the way you’d notice a door you swear wasn’t there yesterday. If you find yourself rereading a line, you’re already in it.
Very unique, a compelling read!
"Except for the part where it couldn't breathe." So strangling of relationships, this control thing. Lady, you never ramble. Mischief Twins is another hot-shot sorta poem. I hope you are submitting to the Literary Magazines. Beyond them is their Pushcart Nomination of your work and the annual prize.