Peter caught the bus that led him into the south front of the city, where he would buy some essentials and continue on his journey. A child sitting next to him on the bus leaned in with a dumb face and curiously poked Peter's rucksack.
"How many animals you kill to make that?" he asked in a slurring demeanor, simply curious.
Peter leaned back to assess the child with a quick eye, "just one" he said, as he threw the rucksack onto his back and stood to depart at the next stop. A vivid memory hit him as if it had happened moments ago. Joss had wanted children at one time, and he happily obliged seeing how happy the little ones made her. But it was not to be, naturally, for her, she could not conceive and the grieving was immense for the next couple of years. The pain of the memory made his heart sick for Joss, but there is no turning back, until the end. If I ever get there, he thought as the fear and the unknown began to take over.
The bus inched to a stop and Peter turned back to face the little, dumb boy, tipping his hat goodbye. As he did, the child smiled a toothless smile. He swatted at his nose, as if warding off a fly, and turned to look out the window.
"Rockford Fountain Square" chimed the bus driver as the doors opened to the bustling side walks and streets.
Monday, September 19, 2011
Thursday, September 15, 2011
The clock reads 2:13 am as I slink out of bed, weary, to make a call.
The phone is hollow and cold against my ear.
"Speak," says the voice into me.
"I'm sick," I say with a weak, cracked voice.
"East, 10th and Pine."
"Thank you, Doctor."
I pull on old and dirty clothing to cover my slim, pale body. My makeup is smudged from sleep but I need not care, with blurry eyes I make for the window and crack the silence with the outside world. I sneak out lithe like a cat, gliding, skimming down to the ground, missing the limbs of a nearby tree, clearing the yard to soar into the sky. I'm on my way toward sanity.
Five blocks short of my destination, I meet a ghost. He's telling me to turn back now, everyone is worried for me. "What do I care?" I snap as I fail to heed to his plea, walking through him, a jolt of ice suppresses the flow in my veins and slows me for an instant. A sharp pain begins to bloom in the center of my chest, where I've felt youth, beauty, and love before. I walk on looking back to see two figures watching me go.
I see a dark figure looming in the distance as I reach my destination. Blood flows down from the the collar of his shirt onto the chest. He's been busy tonight, I note.
"How long do you plan to stay?"
"Forever," I say as I extend my arms, tilting my head back with closed eyes as if kissing the stars were that easy.
"We've missed you, sweetling, they don't worry like we do," he speaks softly as he slides a silky hand down my neck, making me break into sweat with pleasure pulsing through my veins, igniting my skin. He produces a black pill held deftly between two fingers and places it like a gem onto my tongue. He leans in and kisses me wetly on the lips, as the pill dissolves, I shudder and begin to fall. I watch through death's eyes as he fades and I sink into the ground, falling, feeling, falling, sailing, I'm going home..
The phone is hollow and cold against my ear.
"Speak," says the voice into me.
"I'm sick," I say with a weak, cracked voice.
"East, 10th and Pine."
"Thank you, Doctor."
I pull on old and dirty clothing to cover my slim, pale body. My makeup is smudged from sleep but I need not care, with blurry eyes I make for the window and crack the silence with the outside world. I sneak out lithe like a cat, gliding, skimming down to the ground, missing the limbs of a nearby tree, clearing the yard to soar into the sky. I'm on my way toward sanity.
Five blocks short of my destination, I meet a ghost. He's telling me to turn back now, everyone is worried for me. "What do I care?" I snap as I fail to heed to his plea, walking through him, a jolt of ice suppresses the flow in my veins and slows me for an instant. A sharp pain begins to bloom in the center of my chest, where I've felt youth, beauty, and love before. I walk on looking back to see two figures watching me go.
I see a dark figure looming in the distance as I reach my destination. Blood flows down from the the collar of his shirt onto the chest. He's been busy tonight, I note.
"How long do you plan to stay?"
"Forever," I say as I extend my arms, tilting my head back with closed eyes as if kissing the stars were that easy.
"We've missed you, sweetling, they don't worry like we do," he speaks softly as he slides a silky hand down my neck, making me break into sweat with pleasure pulsing through my veins, igniting my skin. He produces a black pill held deftly between two fingers and places it like a gem onto my tongue. He leans in and kisses me wetly on the lips, as the pill dissolves, I shudder and begin to fall. I watch through death's eyes as he fades and I sink into the ground, falling, feeling, falling, sailing, I'm going home..
Don't let me fall asleep.
Shapeless beings dance fractions in my head, reciting poetic epitaphs carved into my bed.
Casket Queen, frown for me. Smile only to show them my misery.
People popping pills. Slowly, the world will fade away, like the coating on your candy hearts.
Don't let me fall asleep.
I don't want to meet the gremlins, tonight.
Casket Queen, frown for me. Smile only to show them my misery.
People popping pills. Slowly, the world will fade away, like the coating on your candy hearts.
Don't let me fall asleep.
I don't want to meet the gremlins, tonight.
Old demons meeting the new.
I have been at a loss for words. My mind is unable to function let alone piece together anything coherent and useful. It craves that sweet, powdered sugar that tingles my brain and builds this beast inside of me. Domination is the beast's intentions. Vile is the beast's vocabulary. Destruction is the beast's trail. I'll waste my body, beast, but spare me my mind.. I wallow in the filth and comfort within my skull. Let me keep my imagination and dreams.
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