The dancing of flame, the flickering lights.
Housed underfoot, trapped until night.
Shadows draped in infinite black,
Pull to the finite, ready, attack.
For the darkness of night is a harrowing mistress,
A piece of her with you at all times, trust this.
Those stories and tales of people gone missing,
No clues, no body, no nothing, dismissing.
To find what sits beneath your nose,
Under your foot...
Always the teller but never the tale.
Once during the day he walks into the scene, foot met with a puddle followed by the form of a body.
Standing to the side cane outstretched, tripping someone into seeing the scene, into touching the blood or meeting the body.
A shrill scream beckons others before police arrive.
“Homocide, victim seems to be a male in his early 30s, brown hair, blue jacket an...
Dust mingling with the fog he dashed through, jumping over a mound of rubble, the sound of bullets whizzing past his ear almost deafening him as he squatted down catching his breath.
Looking at his bloody hands and clenching them to white knuckle fists banging on broken concrete.
“I-I can’t just run” he mumbled to himself
“Can’t run, can’t stay, can’t hide from them. There’s so much I fucking c...
“I wanna ask her out”
“You’re an idiot.”
“So?”
“… good point”
“My plan is to go up to her, do my hip hop moves and then see if she wants to get a coffee.”
“Why not just ask her?”
“Because you need to make a spectacle of it to be noticed.”
“I think just asking will work.”
“… I want to get my nerves out by dancing before I ask.”
“Your hilarious. Fine, do it.”
Stepping away the guy took co...
Dust settled as the door was broken through, the temple laid bare in the dark, baskets untouched and cobwebs lining every corner. Stepping through felt almost as if stepping back to their time, children’s toys, eating rooms. And a mirror near the sleeping chamber.
Carvings of faces on the wall around it the mirror rippled, adjusting his pack he took out a brush and dusted the mirror lightly, cle...
Folding a newspaper one sat on the bench, alone watching the park go by.
Another dressed in white sat next to one. Two sat and crossed their legs.
“Good morning”
“Good morning to you too”
“…”
“…”
The two sat in silence for a while.
“Hear about the hike in electricity cost?”
“I heard they’re putting in place new solar panels.”
“I think it’s too costly for here.”
“I think it’s imported from...
Past the veil of death and decay
As you lie there, wait and pray
The boatman greets you hollow and cold
Two coins cover your eyes, a gift to behold
A river of night, a river of blood
A river of lost souls stuck in mud
The river lay endless, no land in sight
Blink twice and try as you might
Until the boatman’s gone, your feet meet ground
A land unknown, a sight unbound
Walk through the land of the...
“So we go in the middle of the night”
“Obviously”
“I wear my tux and you bring your inflatable dinosaur costume”
“I thought this would be stealth?”
“Alright, you bring your deflated dinosaur costume”
“I’ll inflate it as we escape”
“Wearing my _charming _tuxedo I seduce the guards and have them fainted with sheer blood pressure”
“As if, you’d be lucky if the teller didn’t press the silent al...
Flowing water is cleaner than stagnant bodies
River beds lay murk, mud and rubble
When rain falls, it is all kicked up
Sullying the clear waters
While pushing the murk downstream
Stagnant bodies turn to murky waters through rain
And find their mud and rubble settle over time
Though it settles where it was
Being contained within itself
Unchanged by the event
Flowing water is cleaner than stagnant...
I am made entirely of flaws, stitched together by good intentions.
The seams I show are only what hasn’t unravelled yet.
I find new fabric to piece to myself, fabric found in others.
Weaving together a part of them to make up what I’m missing, cover what I lack.
I stitch patches over broken seams, thread promises around ones already broken.
All I am is a doll, whose stuffing is heavier than stone...
