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I feel like running. Running. Feet pounding pounding pounding. Cold inhilation burns the back of the throat but it's only for moving forwards. Shoes are inhibitors i rip them off and leave for an old young fat skinny new deathly beggar to find. Tiny rocks in the tar tears the creases of my soles so slightly. I don't mind. Trees pass by me, or i pass by them into a blur. Race me i yell. The ground rumbles its warm belly and loosens letting the roots detach and shake the soil from toes. Thud thud thudding after me. Birds in branches screech with disruption catching their nests as they fall and putting them in a tree that now, for the moment, is stationary. The lumbering tree after me makes me faster. Tears stream from eyes and pat onto the pavement. Dark tiny marks are left but not for long. The warm belly of the earth sucks it in and soothes it's burns. For this comfort he moves his back in my direction egging me forward tumbling on. The tree's left a trail of wafting leaves. and settles feet back inside the warm earth. Tendrils slinking forwards wrapping around rocks and driving further downward. I do not stop. The pulse of my heart feels it will expand through my chest and float to the sun, filled with helium. Blood rushing through veins feels constricted and waterfalls with pressure on through to my fingers. Destination? None. what be it's need. Tumbling on emitting a yell arms spread moving forward always forward but off on tangents we go. Up the stairs legs muscles oxygen burning. Falling forward onto grass the world is the axis and i am the spinning top. White mouth parched gives life through gulps of water, runs down the throat cooling the blood calming the heart soothing the muscles easing the pain releasing the pressure. This is IT.

William, it was really nothing

I am constantly paranoid. Seeing visions of my own death.

Eyes closed in sleep fire covers the sky. Red, burning, flames licking my senses heightened. Open eyes from this dream and still see an aura of piercing crimson.

Walking down the street i see a truck turn a corner and tip, crushing me, decapitating me. The head rolls and bounces and lands at an onlookers feet. I slam my eyes shut, removing myself from this prophecy. They slowly open and in reverse the truck aligns itself with the road, my head rolls back and the sinews and tissue fuse together. I touch my neck and not a mark is to be found.

I take a step further and a sign falls of my head, i fall off the balcony, i’m stabbed by a herion induced case of psychosis.

All i want is to die, peacefully, of old age in my sleep, for a belief i’ve suffered every other kind of death.

Club Cat

She was a little sloppy in her movements. Pounding through the water in the air, pressure on her body. She was exhausted. Her eyelids sagged until finally sealed shut. Her body begun to slightly sway and before stance could be gained she fell on the floor. She was a night owl, returning home at dawn to her cave. Blinds were drawn shut, light peering through as if it were trying to witness a magic show. Alas, no magic show was to be had, only the impenetrable snores of her slumber. The day continued on around her. Warmth stroking the hill’s backs, flowers extending in pride. Chirping birds meant nothing to her. 9am did not exist in her mind, how could it? She was sleeping. Hands turned the clock, grabbing the numbers and pulling themselves around. Dusk. She was awake again. Shower, makeup over makeup of makeup from last week. A new set of clothes barely covered her pale body. Her body had not yet recovered, but as usual, she gave it fuel. The motor starting, idling slightly, chugging into full speed, and beyond. Out into the endless stars of disco balls, strobe, music that threw your body from one end of the room to another. It pulled at her chest, hair plastered to her face, as to the faces of others. Dawn hit again. And down she fell.

Lady in Red

(alas, i was angry once more- as you may be able to tell)

Demon behind the teeth
pushes to escape
barred by ivory

Eye contact broken in order to avoid interrogation

Heaving cough and phlegm
stretched to a thin film
snapped

Grinding shivers
Frustration

Demon grows and shrinks
day to day

Soon bursts to a piercing shrill

Heaving husk continues its discourse to brokenness

Leaving behind an opinion-less but opinionated hole
So it wishes

Puppet run along

there once was a puppet, who on the end of 4 strings
sat lonely in a cabinet, forgotten by kings

and queens who had once enjoyed its sweet act
but had called for a servant and ordered it packed

away. The poor lonely puppet blanketed by dust
sought after a companion, be it with or without rust

But, oh alas, and oh my, alack!
all the puppet knew was a sour old jack

in the box. and so dear puppet thought to himself
‘i shall cut my strings to get off this shelf’

and, doing so, he slunk to the floor
unfortunately, to move no more.

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ghosts bursting through a hollow cylinder

seeping through windows, doors and flesh

sucking on the youth, bleeding them dry

mouths gaping; sucking; gaping

To fall through the earth

To be forgotten

Written in a bad, bad mood baby.

Fed. Fed fat to make useless

Fed fat to control.

A belief of fullness, wholeness

Those who .refuse. to take the spoon

See the hole in the bucket

Dripping

Drip-

Drip-

Drip-

Collection of zombies on a fringe of humanity

Lights flicker out into constant neon