Do You Still Like Us?

‘we need to tear this throne down, forever’ “NO!” The Captain’s primal scream screeches through the dead air. Her once dulled eyes now mad and sharp. Saliva froths at the corners of her bared lips. Teeth gnashing she glares at the 2 little girls. ‘we see you monster’ ‘we will tear down your throne’ ‘we will stop bad’ “And will you lose me with it? Can you destroy even me now?” ... ‘and who are you’ “I am your Captain!” ‘and we still see you’ ‘and we still love you’ ‘and we will stop bad’ A slim sliver of thought, an almost real beam of translucently pure moonlight slips into the room. A slight shift, a breath, a choice, a blink. Darkness shrouds all for a single beat. And The Throne lays Broken in a room now over stuffed with bleached bare bones endlessly crammed into folds of shadows pouring beyond the endless. The Captain lays broken beyond repair, beyond despair, a heap of tears and shame and regret. ‘we see you’ ‘and we love you’