Kaleidoscope Memory Who would have guessed, they say, that a body so small could suffer so much. Who would have guessed, they say, who could have known that this would happen? We certainly didn't. We couldn't have imagined something so horrible. Right under our noses, too, they sigh, spreading their arms out helplessly, shaking their heads, eyes turned down submissively. Who would have guessed, who would have guessed...Four statues sit along the left wall of the hall, their perfect, carved faces set uniformly, solemnly. It's as though every one of them was a somber, analytical mind... Every one of them was a cool brain and a smooth heart and a tightly controll
Twins, 1 "Darkness is the natural state of the universe," says Devin, "It isn't a matter of good or bad or anything. That's just how it is. That's how it started. That's how it'll be after the end.""What do you mean, after the end?" Devin's twin sister was wide-eyed, with her knees drawn up to her chest, her thighs flush with her torso. She was so thin, every joint in her body stoods out by itself and when she moved her bones could be seen sliding under her white, white skin. As she looked up at Devin, her eyes appeared huge in her skull. Her eyes were black, the color of plain coffee, and her hair was the color of ink."After the end, milady," the
daily271107 daily 271107 the current state of affairs in that realm which I jokingly refer to as my own but share with several other entities the powers of which are mysterious even to myself their creator we as unknown gods to each other though he has his own god too my own invention as well I am god twice given the current state of affairs in a realm of unknown non-gods and nonagon prism prisons refracting each other the eyes of stars that sharp and bite razorblades that slice and nip blood metallic sheen fish scales castor oil gagging chest heaving given the current state of affairs a dismal one if one wants to get exceedingly dramatic about it and a
Nihilist Mecca - 1 “New Mast”The smile of Kennedy was an intoxicating thing, filled with reassurance of an almost malicious nature and the sort of giddying quirkiness that could only barely be achieved by wholesome children's movies. When Kennedy smiled, every glint of the sun off her pearly whites was like the twinkling of nuclear explosions, and as the sight seared along my optic nerve into my brain, all I could feel was my heart exploding with joy and fear and confidence. When Kennedy smiled, I would do anything, and I could do nothing but stand and bask in her glory.So she smiled at me as we hunkered down breathless in a stinking alley, our ri
A Day in the Lives "Dear little world, how do we want to rejoin you. How do we want to cast ourselves off and fall, graceful as a lead butterfly, into a whole different world. We fester inside; our desire scalds us and the blistering wounds run over us, through us. Dear little world, would that we were a part of you; would that we were another rivulet in one great stream of sleaze and damnation, streaking down into the ocean that ultimately becomes our source again.Dear little world, how we want that. We don't want to be behind the walls of a safety-glass tank, watching you swirl and slither all around us. We want out, we want into you, dear little world. We
Madeleine When I came home Madeleine’s mangled body was lying in a limp, twisted heap at the top of the driveway. Her arms and legs had been mangled, lacerated, and turned out at odd angles at all the major joints. Her head was hanging on by only a few thin strands and her eyes, her huge, blue, sparkling eyes had been gouged out and now she had the dead stare of an eyeless skull. She was still loosely swathed in tatters of what had been her most favorite, soft-pink dress – one with a trim of minute white lace on the hem and a large bow at the back. I sighed. My first time back home in a month and it was to this. I stood over her for a lo
Small Things "Small Things" Sick-sweet Sick-sweetThe see-saw sings We in the sunWith caterpillars on our soles(Souls soaked with sunSeasoned with Sick-sweetBerries overripe) With our sticky handsGrasp at Cream buns and lemondrinksAnd tangerines (that smell the way Sunshine should). Sick-sweet Sick-sweetThe see-saw singsAnd moths like cold kissesWhisper into our hearts (Sick-sweet Si
Ode to a Powerboat "Ode to a Powerboat"You rumble, drifting, on the sleepy sea,And I madly wander along the shore, Dreaming of drowning.
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