They Came Out of the Woodwork

Friday the 13th. Harumph. Here’s something kinda weird for a day that’s always kinda weird.

A mental crackdown
revealed that the floorboards
were loose.

He could hear his thoughts creak as they walked across the room.

The patter of their little footsteps brought
great concern to the mayor of his mind.

“I CAN’T WORK WITH ALL THIS RACKET!”
“HOW THE HELL WILL I GET ANYTHING DONE?”
“SOMETHING HAS TO BE DONE ABOUT THIS!”

True, there was a level of chaos
when it came to the frequency and the weight
of his thoughts.

He needed silence. Otherwise what good would that be?

He was the mayor and something had to be done.
A silent death by poison was decided upon and administered.

One by one, the thoughts died.
It was quiet for a long, suffering time.
However, at least the mayor was happy.

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