Hips On Ice
Blue is the
Hue of cold
Few are too
True to fold
.
White as the
Bright o'day
Light as the
Flight o'spray
.
Play is the
Way, she picks
Play of the
Day with kicks
.
Her Romance
Performance
Blurred entrance
For distance
.
Vying hot
Trying not
Flying fraught
Buying naught
.
Leaps up high
Keeps aside
Sweeps astride
Steep snow glide
.
Music's on
Muse is gone
Using and re-
'Fusing none
.
Careless moves
Fearless hooves
Prayerless proves
Flair removes
.
Danced too well
Pranced and fell
Trance and spell
Chants the knell
.
Thrice she dips
Icy hips
Twice she slips
Pricely trips
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Waltz dance: The basic steps of a waltz include three step counts: slow – quick – quick. This sequence is repeated twice to create a box step. Timing is: 1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3 or 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6.
People as a Meatball
People as a Meatball
December 21, 2024
I am using both the picture and idea of another
Then, applying my math skills to analyze
Imagine
Taking all nearly 8.2 billion people on Earth
And grind them into one meatball
How big would it be?
Figure 3 cubic feet per person
Times 8.2 billion
That would be 24.6 billion cubic feet
The volume of a sphere is (4/3)(Pi)(radius)^3
So, the radius of this sphere would be 3870 feet
Central Park, in NYC is .5 miles by 2.5 miles
This meatball would fit
Perhaps hanging over a bit if perfectly round
But, a definite fit if squished just a bit
Think of it as snug
Then, don't think of it ever again
Jawjack
Teeth gnashed,
pearly white against crisp and blackened skin that flaked off like overcooked turkey in the oven.
Long strands of sinew shriveled up against taught muscle where red under flesh spent time cooking to a perfected pink.
I stared at the work I'd done.
The bone and flesh thing with melted out eyes, and a hollowed nose.
"You actually burned him alive," a voice said behind me. I could almost picture their brows popping up, like they were legitimately surprised before I snorted at the comment.
It sounded ridiculous. "He deserved it," I said coldly. And it had... satisfied my more innate curiosities.
Had I been any younger, I might have been horrified at the act. I had never imagined in my wildest dreams being a murderous bitch, but- here I was, doing just that.
A wilder part of me, that my former self would have never believed, was giddy over it. Giddy over the prospect of my now-husband, then neighbor being the one who goaded me into such behaviors because it seemed to make him feel hot all over just watching me absolutely gut someone.
"Kat-"
The gasped breath with my name on their lips had me yanking my head. I turned back to stare at my little sister, and for a moment, a tiny part of me sparked to life, worried that she'd be terrified of me, but just as quick as the fear jumped forward, it also spurned out its spark and died. "What?"
"W-What the hell?"
"Vampire are scum," I told her very calmly, tipping my head to the side as I regarded the corpse carefully. The disinterest in my eyes probably wasn't missed by her. "Don't feel bad for him. I did him a mercy to save him from Red torching his ass at degree probably hotter than some gas station fuel. Come on." I nodded, yanking my head at her. "He had an accomplice and we can't let him get too far."
Does Darkness Reveal My Shadowy Thoughts?
I’ve walked with my thoughts
Next to my shadow
Wondering
While wandering
Thinking I knew
Where I was going
Yet my thoughts
Were actually my shadow
So I spoke
But did not walk
For if I moved
I’d be chasing my thoughts
As if shadows on the walls
My thoughts have me enthralled
What happens
When the lights go out?!?