Poem: Becoming Lego - Day Five

The final addition to my poem from this week's poetry prompt.

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Welcome to the fifth and final addition to my poem for this week’s poetry prompt: Becoming Lego. If you haven’t, head over to the post to see what this prompt entails. And perhaps, you’ll write a Lego poem too?

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Image via Lego

Day Five

Just Bat-man and I,
No one else.

Climbing up to Bowser’s
Perch; flame shooting out
At us.

Ferocious, fire, burning.
Nearly melting my face.

But as it turns out,
Bowser is not the problem.

It was Bat-man.

The further we climb,
The more his laughter grows.

It’s confusing till I notice
The purple aura steaming
From his Lego body.

“Are you okay?” I worry.

“Yes,” He responds simply.

Then as we reach the top
Of the perch, he turns towards
Me and snickers.

“You’re a gullible one,” He says,
And then pushes me off.

Image via Autobricks

I never realized how long it could take for someone to fall. And after what felt like hours, I finally hit floor of the Lego Store. I didn’t shatter, and none of my pieces came off. Instead I bounced and flung to the side, slamming into the leg of one of the display tables.

Death had felt like a sure thing, and then in the next I was just dazed and confused. Luckily, no part of my Lego body hurt, which had been a relief. But there was still the problem of the fake Bat-man and what his intention was.

Was he the Brickmaker? So, why could I still remember my past life? And did he know I survived the fall?

“The fall wasn’t meant to kill you,” Bat-man popped up behind me.

“The fuck?” I nearly screamed, “First off, how the hell did you get down here so fast. And secondly, the fuck?”

Yeah, I know, I’m a really big vocabulary guy.

“It’s already starting,” Bat-man responded. “Nothing you can do to stop it now.”

The purple aura around Bat-man’s body had only grown stronger, from a once transparent haze to something much more opaque. His head became enveloped by it, the haze taking over any semblance of his body.

And just as the transformation begun, I collapsed.

No, not willingly. It was like my body was forced to the ground. And for maybe the last time since I got here, that feeling in my stomach returned.

Bricks and their Maker

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Thanks for joining me for Becoming Lego. And tell me, does this sound like it’s over? Let me know what you think in the comments below. Buh-bye for now.