Tin MAG

December 7, 2010
By Adrienne321 GOLD, Campbell, California
Adrienne321 GOLD, Campbell, California
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When crazy green women start hacking off your limbs
You know something's wrong
With your life
Or maybe the way you've been living it.

I used to be quite the looker, too.
And though I may never regain my face
I hope to find again a heart
And peer inside it
To see if it was truly me who loved her
Or if she vanished
At the felling of my body.

Will she sit cross-legged on a dirt floor
Or swinging dainty, pointed toes from rough tree branches
Munching an apple
Reading a book
Biting into sweet blueberries
And look up at me, still smiling cheekily,
Simply appearing in the new muscle?

Or will she remain in faint memory
A forlorn ghost pushing at the fog
Forever trying to reach her handsome man
Chopped to the ground
Like the many trees
I thought I had conquered?


The author's comments:
I wrote up a list of classic fantasy stories and tried writing a piece of fiction for an interesting secondary character in a couple of them. For the Tin Man, in particular, I wanted to get past the show tunes and catch a glimpse at the raw emotion of what he was feeling.

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