Lives Lost in The Fire: A Reckoning


(An excerpt from- The Katya Chronicles)

Katya was clearly in danger. The prince was deranged. It was time to travel again, time to face her fears. Where is Tiki? 

Clean the black mirror, the Prince commanded, the private room is no longer secure.

I need to see past my reign.

I’ll fill you in later, Katya replied, not anything we need to discuss at length.

I am a lonely hero, crooned the Prince, reclining on the bed pillow behind her, arching his back, ready to pounce on a moment’s notice.

” Get up, my brother, she meowed get down with this badass kitty and talk dirty to me.

I don’t speak your language, he sighed,

got lipstick stains on my passport, and no exit visa.

What is this chemistry you speak of? 

She leaned in 

put her face inside her reflection, it swirled as Katya M. Cartouche, April’s Fool

danced alone in the moonlight to Alicia Keyes, “On Again,” and looked back at the comfort one last time.

The mirror smoldered as Katya turned and fell through the looking glass, tumbling down into the fiery maze.

” Help, I don’t understand,” she cried

Katya, the gypsy, thought, lately, I’ve been losing sleep, but I’m happy

counting stars in this faraway country, where there is evidence of past lives.

Let go, Katya, the mirror challenged

Here I will stay until you find your way back. Let the storm rage on

take that money, watch it burn, everything that kills you makes you feel alive

and besides, the heat never bothered you anyway.

So here comes goodbye, she cried, her meow echoing down the proverbial rabbit hole,

The gravel road beckons.  Don’t let the door hit you…

I am Katya, the many-faced feline

I seek the way.

I bow before no kings or fanatics

My modes of transportation are alien 

to those who cannot see

cannot bend time

cannot reckon that every little thing must be considered 

in its proper sequence.

Katya confronted the fruminous Bandersnatch

It was a liar,

had to be shrewdly dealt with.

these nonsensical creatures clearly had a problem forgetting her.

 One of the pitfalls of time travel.

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