Pacman’s Ghosts
Meg Eden
Pacman thought Blinky was his friend until Blinky bit into his shoulder, and nothing was the same after that.
Pacman thought Blinky was his friend until Blinky bit into his shoulder, and nothing was the same after that.
The ever-present monsters / soon catch up and A MAN / slowly disappears as the machine utters / a whine another MAN / appears the process repeats
Blinky twists and somehow turns himself outward in order to face the glass. In his dream he had form and substance. In his dream he lived on the other side of the glass, and the rituals of Mouth and Ghost were nothing more than a game to him. In his dream, he could see his body’s reflection in the glass, but the only thing he remembers about how he looked, was that his body had Inky’s black, ever-open, eyes.
I would hold up the Triforce above my head:
But I, being new, have only this lantern
And this rupee I found in a bush
Tread softly because I only have three hearts
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