Writing Prompt Boot Camp, Day 6

Alphabet Poem

Always

Becoming the thing I

Care about the least.

Demons curl about me, their

Effervescent presence has

Frightened all of my cats away.

Generating energy to produce a

Harbinger of things to come,

I feel my age tighten the small of my back.

(Just in case this doesn’t work, a box of

Keepsakes is locked inside a fireproof safe, and that is entombed in a

Lead-lined coffin.

My name is on the coffin lid, even though

No corpse will ever inhabit its interior.)

Older than the Bible, older than Code of Hammurabi,

Poets may be able to fathom the age of the rites I’m about to perform.

(Queues may form to see my keepsakes, if anyone survives to form any kind of queue.)

Revenants remind me of the hour,

So I must get on with it:

Time and space must be folded just so,

Under and around each other, the

View into the abyss is getting clearer and clearer.

Words I utter that have been unuttered for centuries, for millennia;

X-rays issue from its center, followed by

Y-particles and other exotic matter…

Zero state has been achieved! (And my keepsakes will remain a mystery.)