For seven years my hands have worked without falter

But on this day my hands trembled with the rush of an elementary love

The words I scribe look savage and untamed

The barely legible text reads:

 

No barricades through my skull and begins to prod my every nerve

My heart’s tempo begins to falter; the god made metronome misses a beat

The word continues to ravage my mind

My mind roams as I blankly stare into the words:

                           Yes or No

 

If she chooses the third of the trinity

Come, Pestilence

Come, War

Come, Famine

Come, Death

Come, Cries of Martyrs

Come, Devastation

 

I set my trepidation aside and insert two boxes on the page

The first floats peacefully above Yes

The other menacingly sits above No

I crease the paper and write:

 

I place the note on her desk and wait for her coming

She steps into the room, her golden mane in a ponytail

I watch every shift of her limbs as she approaches the desk

She sits down; the tempo builds

She glances at the face of the note and turns her head

I sink to the floor and stare at the ground as I imagine Jude opening my passage

I hear the Seven Angelic Trumpeters play

 

My heart is almost ripping through my inferior chest

Butterflies tickle my stomach with their wings

I conjure the bravery to peek over my desk

I witness her throw a piece of paper in the trash-bowl

The trumpets’ sounds morph to horrifying shrieks

The butterflies transfigure to vultures that begin viciously tearing me from the inside

My metronome stops

 

The call for recess revives me

I stumble to the trash to recover the note which shows no recorded response

I furiously cover the front of the note with ink

Then I calmly overturn the note and write:

                To: Ally