Imperceptible.

My mind is blank & I cannot find the reason why. It's become hard to find a calming line to explain the wounded expectations. I cringe in horror lasting for imperceptible seconds. It all passes by, tearing a path deeply cutting a gash that festers uncontrollably & I cringe. Model me a life beyond the pictures & articles. Construct me a lie I can simply follow. Make-up a script I can memorize with easy troubles.

Hunger.

Delicious meat, dribbling juice on my chin. Firm resistance as I bite; and my piercing teeth slice. A kiss in Love; my lips on silken flesh.

Hunger.

Delicious meat,
dribbling juice on my chin.
Firm resistance as I bite.
And my piercing teeth slice.
Like a kiss of Love,
my lips on silken flesh.

Subtlety.

Subtlety eludes me when you're near. As you close, I lose. Unrefined impulses overtake me. Touch me subtly and I lose. I get lost on you.

Cruel.

Cruel. It's cruel I stay. Close to you intoxicated. Intolerable desire coursing in strands of fragrance. Bound to you in delightful chains.

Inconsequential.

Tension gathers in steps. It's a little worse each time. I'm with you, but I'm inconsequential. My worth extends only as far as your need.

Obsession.

I'm gripped by obsession thinking of when I was with you. I'm gripped tightly, suffocating in lust unrealized. I'm gripped by obsession.

Everyday.

Turn around. Turn around and see what is waiting. Behind you walks the end. Trailing streamers mark its progress, moving in even steps. Incredible madness sweeps away the fragile. Incredible madness rampages, deep hooves echoing.

The Fire.

Fire burning, dancing figures on the walls. Fire burning, tongues licking fiercely. Sitting, watching the wall lighting up. My eyes seeing ghostly forms. Fire burning, smell the shape reflected. Hotter than Summer, fire burning. Cries rise beyond the walls. Hurried noises filter through the flaming roar. I sit as I'm surrounded.

Dark.

Shades form ahead of me as I'm moving away from bleakness behind. Objects blocking the rays blasting against hard surfaces. The path is hardly visible, the stumbling is easy when my eyes struggle to find the way.

Light.

Chandelier twinkling and sparkling. Sunshine glistening and reflecting. I am sitting and rocking through the visual effect. Shimmering flashes running over my wasting form.

Citizens of The Center

I'm regarded as excess population. I populate the dark fringes. In the edges, I'm the invisible percentage. Didn't you know, there's a surplus population feeding the growing center? Its circumference growing fat. I sit in the corner, fully camouflaged. Hardly noticing the prey, the citizens of the center go on in merry privilege. Stevenson sits quietly staring at the nothing space ahead. His eyes moving this way and that. Light flickering from his pupils.

Celebrity...

Fantastic view from the last balcony. Fantastic view of the dying show. Fantastic view of the falling dancers, forming patterns in the wood. Creating celebrity through tragedy. The falling performers dance pirouettes in the air. Desperate smiles and terrified eyes. Pictures drawn. Hungry predatory audience. Screaming delightedly and amused. Birds atwitter punching letters, rushing through the air, "Come see the show!"

Widening hopeless...

I feel the rip coursing through. The constant wet tear widening. I feel the separation racing forth. The widening, sad expansion of my universe. Further apart the darkness grows, more difficult to see a purpose. Like an expanding universe, everyday my solitude grows: an isolated galaxy endlessly turning. No one sees anymore the glittering hope.

A Year Of Dragons

It's a New Year, full of promise. A New Start for the human heart. A New opportunity for Dark to pass outside our door, stoking the fear of our end. A New opening for the slow creep of despair to move tighter around the exhausted rabbit. A New Year of Dragons coming to consume our little achievements in fire.

HolyDay

St. Nicholas Blood Red, sleigh night comes. Heart beating fast. St. Nicholas Blood Red, hand squeezing, slimy with joy.

New Year...

It's December. December. I can't figure out December. It's happiness. It's joy. It's the jolliest of all. It's sad to be away from loved ones. It's sad to be separate. The times of December signify the anxiety of the unknown to come.

Trip...

Tempest raging in an open sea. Flutter in my heart. Wind blowing across an infinite plain. Feelings flowing in a forever-electric pulse. Coursing through me every second. Carrying along the sadness of loss as a hitchhiker.

Moving on...

Great depth, simple solution. You stand there deciding the outcome, yet you're already moving ahead. It's not hard to decipher then what you will decide. After all the moments we spent together, you are ready to move ahead. Yet I remain in the now. I find hope in the moments we spent together, but you only see reasons to move ahead.

Coffee break...

The low growl of the gas fireplace murmurs like a undertone to the cool indoor air of the bookstore. She's lazily flipping the pages of the magazine, catching a glimpse of this week's instant classic movie. Slowly building inside is the structure of the final doom. The rickety hollow full of blank-happy pictures of the things she failed to have. Her thoughts wander back to the earlier scene. A happy resolution to a one-time unending torture. She happily fingers the weapon, warm against her girly things.