RANSOM

So this Summer, a friend played a prank on me. I asked a designer to create a logo for me that was representative of 'Nappy Nubian Poet' and 'Cloud Caroline'.

I was very excited as the logo developed through each stage.  

Little did I know, that this was under threat...

So here I am.

Just as I kick off my leaden shoes

and shrug myself out of the heavy cloak of reality
to replace it with the silky layer of escapism,

I sense a change.

My ears prick up at the unwelcome sound of eerie silence.

A fate so terrible has happened here

So undetectable to anyone, except me.

My nostrils flare in a panic-stricken frenzy.

As I no longer detect its scent.

Where is it?

It's not here.

So where is it??

I can't smell it anymore

No longer tangible

My existence without it is unimaginable

My stomach churns

as an infinite number of butterfly wings laced with poison

infect my insides.

Then..

Stark realisation

I ball my hands into fists either side of me

My jaw tightens

The phone rings.

A familiar voice temporarily distracts me from my dilemma

Then. Confirmation.

"Look on Twitter" 

Perplexed, I race to my laptop.

Click.

Page loads.

No. NO!

Simultaneously, I hear a blood curdling cackle,

a familiar war cry.

"Give me 16 bars... or Cloud Caroline gets it"

Click.

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