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written by: MZ CLARKE



Suddenly I'm lost
spinning through space
landing on an unknown planet
a malicious moon without a face
Dark matter clinging to me
blackened curse
caked debris
horrified inhaling the stench of murder's heavy metal
Blood of the universe
burnt to a crisp
tears as liquid stars
fill the galaxy
deafening screams and cries
I expect to see a sign that reads
Welcome to Hell
place of your rebirth
instead, I see a crushed sign for Route 66
I'm shattered pieces on this highway on earth

Once you glimpse evil
justice becomes an obsession
now as a drone
I am a girl in the shape of a galaxy of stars
taking photographs of the universe
I must metamorph into a new kind of warrior
to defend all humans from terrorists
and megalomaniacal tyranny worldwide
I must prevent any more lives lost
No time for tears
enough is enough
I am the future of international homeland security
the mad scientist inside my patchwork brain
went to work
I went into a trance
I became the machinery of a dream
transported to a homeland security laboratory
with my seven formerly evil clones
We were studied
poked prodded
my original DNA was altered
once again
fortified with hypervision
and a new kind of electromagnetic energy

My Seven Sister Clones were sent across America
Dallas, Los Angeles, Miami, Las Vegas, Philadelphia,
Memphis (my cousin, a huge Elvis fan, would never forgive me if I didn't protect Graceland)
and Washington, D.C.

When I awoke from this trance
I was flying above Manhattan taking pictures
Emerald City to me growing up in dull upstate New York
hunting for suspicious activity
What did I look like? I thought to myself
I was pure energy in a million shades of light
A solar system wrapped in an electromagnetic spider web
My thoughts were to find terrorists
My sense of sound and smell were bionic
I could hear the pop and smell champagne bubbles
I had never heard or smelled when I was a living human
I could suddenly hear human thoughts - dark thoughts - in a thousand shades of hell

I looked into my Coracle and could see seven screens of my sister clones
flying above their bright city lights
then suddenly swooping down into the heart of their jurisdiction

"What's going on?"


I had no time to find out more

I heard a ticking and a voice
Aim for the Empire State Building
I flew down to see a large moving van
Ticking louder and louder as the truck sped up
careening through the crowd of people waiting in the cold December night
for the Ball to drop - chanting
I flung myself as an electromagnetic force field of fury
in front of the truck
my power was so great I lifted the truck into the sky
where the truck exploded as so many fireworks
as the New Year's Ball fell

Disaster averted on the birth of a new year
In eight cities at least
flying invincibly through all fear

Marie Scampini/MZ Clarke

Marie Scampini/MZ Clarke

Marie Scampini is a published poet, playwright, screenwriter and short story writer.

Marie Scampini aka MZ Clarke writes poetical fiction, poetry, horror and scifi, currently writing the 'Rebelectric Zombie' series as a TV pilot entitled 'Flying Dead', and 'Zizadore' as a screenplay.
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