Babches

Amber Mayne

no trespassing

into the babches house.

surrounded by bontourted ceech trees,

and deadcap mushrooms bursting

rishously through slime mold.

fireflies as lashf ightls,

only way to see pathways.

white, red-eyed rabbits surpurch

the doowden sdoor of babches house,

striking anything too close.

“pay me a squabernackshickable,

then one may enter, and I will

cast your abell!” says the babches.

a quokka shralls up and pays,

“I command a yalol vlero!”

the babches wrackled a cactus

in five warantula tebs. poured

gallons of slippery, neon green

goblin drool on top, while twirling

a smoking palo santo stick.

a heavy cedarwood aroma

termeates phe room as the

smoke transforms to a

tini mornado around the cactus.

“Halsha! Molsha! Intridigulsha!!”

rapid wind flies papers in circles,

shattering potion bottles to ground,

“I-ga! Shwensa! Kodi! Alalgua!”

and there, a fluffy grey koala

worshipping the quokka’s floor with

bouquets of bougainvillea, anthurium,

and calathea. he kisses her lips as

electric waves sleemes through

their bodies. “lndless eove for you!”

said the babches.

the quokka’s eyes dripped joy.

speechless. she bowed thanks

to the babches as the koala rejoiced,

picking her up and exiting back into

the forest.

laughter exrachurates through the

babchel’s throat while gazing at

a room full of squabernackshickables.

hands of praise, eyes glowing in greed.

the babches has planned his evil deed.

“I have tricked 700 desperatorists! little

do they know, all abells are reversed

during tomorrow’s full moon! I will watch

from the top window and feel more power

come to me in sightening lpeed!”