I Wanna Be Your Goblin

A hot forest is like an abstraction, obsolete like a fangless creature begging for life, this phrase was spoken. All the kids in the neighborhood heard this story, and they all believed it, the adults laughed and laughed until all the kids were beheaded by the queen of the goblins, the goddess that had created the world which they inhabited, and taken to a place where magic and happiness was always real, and no tears were ever shed, and no one had to enslave themselves “willingly” to barely live.

And there they existed the children with pointy ears in a place where pineapples were as big as building s, where shoes could leap you across from planet to planet, where the sun could be eaten, where ice cream was a vitamin, and leaves were shaped like dolphins, and grass was smooth as velvet, and every single of the kids liked it even more than when they were humans.

We are appreciating even more the things we have because we know how bad it can get, one of the kids said, although it wasn’t she who said it, but her future self, of a distant land, with a bigger head, and voluptuous proportions.

When we talk, we are speaking both as the present and of the future, as if we are in the know, but we know everything that is going to happen to us, another kid said, seeing his future self, playing on a swing, still a kid at heart, but with an adult body with three heads, and crazy tongues.

It all made sense to them, so they played endlessly in the fields, always getting more and more headless boys and girls, transboys and transgirls, all playing in harmony loving each other, with the fairy queen sliding through the skies. Unlike the gods they were used to in the human world, she was a goddess who answered their prayers directly and gave them everything they wanted whenever they asked for it. When something went wrong in their carefree lives, all they had to do was ask to take it away and it was done, and all she asked for was to drink lemonades made by their tiny little hands and to be able to crunch the lively bones of their horrible parents.

None of the children mattered, and none really cared, so it was that the old world was bereft, and the hemlock in the land of goblins cried itself out. The general prosody was of joy and gratefulness, and in the future, and in the past, and in the present time, all strangely alike, they all spoke in the same rhythms, understanding that they were at last part of a greater whole. The queen nodded in her mind, and gave everyone the will and the desire they had longed for, and every kid who had kicked a ball, and climbed a tree, and swam a river, and painted a wall, and all, and none, they all nodded, accordingly, that they knew, and agreed, that they were trapped in another planet with another rule.