Indie Scribe Magazine January 2014 | Page 32

Empty Threats

“Just empty threats,” you say with a laugh

“From you that’s all I hear!”

You yell this loudly into the air

Fully knowing that I’m still here

“Empty threats?” I whisper back

Glancing over your way

“I don’t think you really understand

All that I’ve had to say!”

You let out a loud, conceded laugh

Loosely crossing your muscular arms

Exclaiming that you do not believe

I’d really do you harm

I smile and tilt my head a bit

Allowing you this lie

For if you only knew what I had in-store

You’d run away and cry

I tell you I will make you pay

For all the tears I’ve cried

You laugh again and sneer at me

Telling me you’d like to see me try

“Try?” I say and click my tongue

I feel my boldness grow

“When I come to finally finish you off,

You’ll be the first to know!”

I watch your face go white with shock

As I whisper this promise to you

You gasp as you realize my threats are real

With a sly smile I say, “And I’ll make sure you feel it too!”

© Copyright E.F. Rose 8.14.13