HLB07

CAFE AND DINER RECEIPT

DATE: 7/06/16

BY R.R.

HORRORS CASE NO. 7

It seems to have worked. I penned this poem, though I don’t believe I was truly the author. I cleared my mind, allowing the threads of fate to weave a warning in rhyming words. Overall, I don’t feel too “different,” though my mind is still abuzz with couplets, triplets, As and Bs. I hope that I haven’t opened a door I won’t be able to close… though if these words come true, perhaps there is power in this prose? Perhaps seeing things in honeyed rhymes isn’t such a horrid crime?

‘We Are Open’ the sign invites,

With its dim and quiet neon glow.

Leading to comfort food and late, late nights,

The Cafe continues to grow.

A patchwork quilt of colorful faces,

Sewn tight with three layers of cloth.

Basting under his good graces,

A bitter brew sweetened by heavy froth.

In the shadows, thick and dark,

Black Needle pierces as he sews.

Each new scrap provides a new spark,

Which the Cafe needs to grow.

Hidden deep in swirling, swashing tide,

Lies his penultimate prize.

A treasure no one can hide,

From starry watchful eyes.

A stitch-in-the-ditch,

Could be a plan without a hitch.

To introduce an intentional glitch,

With a heart as dark as pitch.

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