bringing the beat back,
the noise winds its way into the endless corridors of your ears,
venturing forward without purpose,
vibrating the inner workings,
sewing seeds unsown,
the symophonies sung to an endless song,
we are,
you arnt,
your demonic smiles die,
while the ground swallows you up,
taking you home,
for the rebirth of a soul long destroyed by decay,
saliva dripping,
blood letting,
devin interventions,
let it go,
before the scars open up,
and the deivl escapes again…
you spit on me,
my favitroute friend,
disgusted with my wickness,
you play with my shit,
disgused as a debt paid,
full standsards met,
reversal of nature,
you asked for it,
while the days ticked by,
the sun dropped from the sky,
devil in a red dress,
as it fall to the ground,
knee at my alter,
swallow me,
disgust me,
as I desguse you,
threaten my sainty,
while my mind wanters the painfilled trenches of your attack,
bust me open,
spread my seed…
The last breath leaves Clifford’s body, and the room falls silent, as all eyes turn towards the floor, and nay the sound of those in attendance breathing is all that fills the room. But for Clifford, it is a whole different world that is thrust at his feet.
He falls through the air at a rate of knots unfathomable, and then with the impact that should spread his innards to his outs, he hits the hardened earth with a thump. Wearily he pulls his undamaged form from the ground and looks around with eyes full of horror.
“W-W-W-What have I-I-I, I done t-t-to d-deserve this?” he stammers through parched lips.
“Where do you want me to start, with the WHORE you fucked, stabbed and robbed in New Ham, or was it that time you masturbated to you mum sucking your best friend Carl’s dick the night you came back from college, or maybe it was when you took her yourself later that night, in the dark, pretending to Carl! Are those enough to see fit your place in this sinful realm, or do you wish for me to spill more?”
“I-I-I, I n-n-neve…”
“DON’T LIE TO ME CLIFFORD, FOR I AM THE KING OF ALL THAT IS, AND IS NOT! FOR YOU SEE, A LIE HERE WILL COST YOU SEVERAL LIFETIMES OF PAIN, OF COUSE THE TRUTH DOES THE SAME!” a naked red fleshed figure snarls as it strides before him, its twelve-inch cock pulsating, while milk drips from the nipples of its enormous breasts.
“W-W-W-WHAT ARE Y-YOU!” Clifford screams as he scrambles away, his eyes wide, his flesh pale and cold.
He smiles and licks his lips with a forked tongue. “Are we both going to play this game, or can we move on to the next part of your eternal punishment?”
“I-I-I, I d-d-don’t de…”
“LIAR!” it bellows as it grips Clifford by the skull and lifts him into the air. “YOU ARE A GREEDY, SINFUL LITTLE MAN. A WEED IN THE GARDEN OF EDEN, WHO STUCK HIS LIMP DICK INTO HIS OWN MOTHER AND IMPREGNATED HER WITH HIS DARK FUCKED UP SEED! YOU VIOLATED THAT WHICH WAS WRITTEN BY HE WHO GOVERNED IT ALL, AND NOW, NOW YOU MUST PAY THE PRICE FOR THAT AND ALL THE OTHER SINS YOU COLLECTED DURING YOUR ROTTEN LIFE!” it bellows as his thrusts a clawed hand high into the air and brings it down towards the screaming Clifford. But before the hand hits, the world is going and he is sitting in a pale room, across from a old man who stares at him blankly.
“Hello Clifford, I’ve been waiting for you,” the old man says with a long-winded sigh.
“A-A-Are you G-G-God?” Clifford stammers.
The man smiles broadly and nods his head with proud gusto. “No,” he says as he beings shaking his head. “I am not God.”
“T-T-Then where am I-I if y-you’re not God?”
The old man shrugs his shoulder. “FUCKED if I know, I was just asked to wait here for you. I was hoping you’d be able to tell me what the HELL I was doing here, not the other way around.”
Clifford blinks several times, before the old man bursts out laughing, slapping his thighs with excited jubilation. “JUST KIDDING! OF COURSE I’M GOD! WHO ELSE WOULD I BE, IF I WASN’T GOD!” the old man roars with laughter.
“T-T-Thank G-G-God,” Clifford sighs as he falls back in the seat. “F-F-For a minute there I thought you were the other guy trying to t-trick me.”
The smile drops from the old man’s lips, and he stares at Clifford deathly. “So it worked then,” he says as the red fleshed creature tears out of the little man’s form, grabs Lifford by the skull, and swallows him whole. “Gestate on that for a while mamma’s boy, and we’ll pick up in a century or two,” it says with a heartly laugh, while Clifford screams in terror as he slides ever downwards, towards his never ever end.
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…He takes a long, deep drag upon the cigar, before pulling it free and blowing a waft of smoke across the room. “There was a time way back when, when I knew everyone’s name without even taking a moment to think. I could crack a dozen, and then another, and still have time to recite a dozen more. Now I can’t remember if I shook it once or twice after I drain it.” he grunts before he stops and stares up into the stars before taking another drag on the cigar.
“T-T-Then why d-do you keep on doing it? W-W-Why don’t you h-h-hand it off to s-someone new?” Nev asks nervously.
“I think you’re getting me confused with Tim Allan and Disney’s spin on the whole gig. Anyway, even if it was real and I did pass it on, who else would I get to do the job? You?”
“I-I-I, I c…” he doesn’t get to finish his reply before the old man starts laughing loudly.
“YOU AIN’T BUILD FOR THIS JOB STEVEN, YOU CAN’T EVEN DO THE ONE YOU’RE TRYING TO DO NOW!”
“I-I-I, I could, I COULD DO IT!”
“Steven,” he says with exhausted breath as he leans forward and allows a halfhearted smile to wriggle across his lips that hide beneath his white mustache. “I’ve watched you your entire life. I’ve seen your ups, and I’ve seen your downs. I’ve seen you succeed, and I’ve seen you fail….
“I can’t believe that’s what it truly is, I mean, if they’re real what else is?” he asks as he turns back and looks at the others in a perplexed manner.
“Daddy said your imagination is only as strong as your belief, and if you believe enough, anything is possible.”
Patrick rolls his eyes and sighs loudly. “Clare, don’t take this the wrong way, but your Daddy is a complete moron, and he’d say anything to keep you asking too many questions.”
“W-W-What does that mean?” she cries as she turns to her father with wide doughy dog eyes.
He casts a wayward glance over to Patrick, and sneers. “Yeah, little brother, WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?”
Patrick puts his hands in the air and smiles nervously. “Calm the FUCK down bro, I-I, I was just pulling your leg is all.” he says as he sheepishly turns back to Clare. “I was joking honey, your dad, your dad is one of the smartest men I know, and that’s why I like to joke about him every now and then, because it makes me feel smarter,” he says with a soft smile, as he throws his brother a quick glance and winks at him sarcastically.
“Look, can we stop trying to win that coveted retarted family of the year award, and focus on the real problem at hand!” Selena spits from the doorway.
“Why don’t you get over here and say that, instead of standing in the doorway like some loser with no friends,” Patrick says proudly.
“I’d rather have no friends and be alive, than be you and dead.”
“Ouch, I see your wife still dislikes me.”
“No one likes you Patrick, it’s why I moved halfway around the world after mum and dad died, but you FUCKING followed me here, didn’t you?”
“SHIT STANLEY! I suddenly feel like this has turned into a everyone hates Patrick party, and I’m the guest of honour who wasn’t invited!”
“I don’t hate you Uncle Patrick, you’re the most bestest uncle in the whole entire world,” Clare says with a beaming smile across her face as she tugs on his shirt corner.
He smiles softly and gives her a wink. “Thanks muffin top, I knew I could count on you, even if I am your only uncle.”
“ARE WE DONE!” Selena bellows from the doorway once more. “ARE WE ALL HAPPY AND CONTENT NOW?”
“I don’t know, are there blow jobs later on?”
“What the FUCK?” Stanley seethes as he guides Clare out of the way and shapes himself up to his brother.
“Hey big guy calm down, I’m only asking for a friend, honestly!” he says as he gives Stanley a wink while a sly smile draws itself across his face. Without hesitation Stanley drives a well-placed punch into Patrick’s kidney, sending him stumbling across the room.
“GIVE ME ONE MORE REASON! JUST ONE AND I’LL GIVE YOU THAT BEATING I ALWAYS PROMISED YOU!” Stanley growls.
“FOR GOD’S SAKE STOP FIGHTING AND LOOK AT THE WALL! SOMETHINGS MOVING!” Selena screams, as everyone’s attention turns back to the crudely constructed nest that sits up in the topmost corner of the wall.
Clare’s eyes widen and a huge smile adorns her face. “SEE! SEE! I TOLD YOU IT WAS WHERE HEATHER LIVED!” she cries as the small toylike Christmas elf craws out of the hole and stares down at the group, then bares rows of razor-sharp teeth and leaps towards them, followed by several hundred smaller ones that crawl out of the nest behind her.
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Before you lies a piece of a puzzle far grander than you could ever know or imagine. For scrawled in blood upon the pages hidden within the above tome is stories twisted thirty-one in all, soaked in the embers of my insanity. Five minutes to glimpse inside the eyes of someone new, five minutes to answer, five minutes to sin, five minutes to do almost anything. A god, a demon, a harlot, a whore. A fascist, a killer, a sinner, a door. Death and division, humanity askew. A belfry of bats, a sea of black cats, so many moments out there to see, so many things you could see with me. So take a seat beside me and call it voodoo, because now you ride with me too…
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Trevor looks out over the golden hills and takes a gently sip on the warm cup of coffee that he cradles tightly in his hands. A flock of bird’s swim past in the bright blue sky, singing a song that you would believe was recorded in a studio, rather than being constructed before your eyes. He allows a smile to wrap itself across his puckered lips, and sighs contently as he leans back into his multicolored deck chair.
A chime calls out from within the small cottage, and he pulls himself to his feet with jovial excitement, dancing his way across the deck, and into the small open planned kitchen, where several pots boil on the stove top. He whistles contently to himself as he moves his way from one pot to the next, wafting the aromas of the pot’s contents into his face with a several waves of his hands. With a broad smile he pulls a spoon from the pocket of his jacket and scoops up a small serve that he thrusts straight into his mouth.
“Perfect!” he announces proudly as he stashes the spoon back into the pocket and grabs a towel as he pulls the door of the oven open. He leans in and takes a long deep breath in, almost stripping the flesh from the browning bird that bakes in a stew of juices, oils, and cloves. He licks his lips and pokes the flesh with a pronged fork, then shakes his head as he takes a step back and closes the door once more.
“Not yet, not yet.” he hums as he pats the sweat from his face, and dances around the room once more.
A sudden knock on a door that appears at the other end of the lounge area interrupts his dancing and brings him to a stop. For seconds he stands there, his eyes transfixed on the strange doorway, several more knocks are thrust against the door which send him jumping from the ground and staggering clumsily backwards in fright.
“TREVOR!” a voice calls out. “TREVOR, I NEED YOU TO OPEN THE DOOR!”
“W-W-W-WHO A-ARE YOU?” Trevor nervously cries. “I-I-I, I WAS T-TOLD THERE W-WOULDN’T BE A-ANY I-INTERUPPTUONS!”
“YES, YES! I KNOW THAT WAS WHAT YOU WERE TOLD, BUT THINGS HAVE CHANGED TREVOR, THINGS HAVE EVOLVED. WE TRIED CALLING YOU, SEVERAL TIMES IN FACT, BUT YOU NEVER ANSWERED THE PHONE.”
Trevor’s eyes quickly glance over to the pile of destroyed phones in the corner. “I-I-I, I NEVER HEARD THE PHONE RING!” he answers with a high-pitched cry.
“YOU DIDN’T GET OUT LETTERS?”
“N-N-NO! I-I, I NEVER GOT THOSE EITHER!” Trevor calls out, as he looks over at several stacks of letters that are tightly bound into bundles in another corner of the room.
“Well, that is unusual, isn’t it, I delivered most of the letters myself,” the figure says from behind him, causing Trevor to scream out in terror, as he scrambles away in panic.
“W-W-WHAT DO YOU WANT!” Trevor bellows as he holds his forms a cross with two fingers and holds them up towards the figure.
“Really? Do you think that is going to send me on my way?” the figure asks, as he looks over the crude cross and into Trevor’s petrified eyes.
“I-I-I, I don’t k-know! I-I, I JUST WANT TO BE LEFT ALONE! I-I-I, I JUST WANT TO BE B-BY MYSELF!”
The figure sighs loudly. “You and everyone else, you and everyone else.” he says as a gentle smile paints itself across his lips. “But times are a changing Trevor, the youth of today are telling us the old model has to change with the times, we have to be for everyone without exception. I know Dad was against it all, the old sod was stubborn until the end, but the end indeed did come, and now it falls on me to shape Heaven into something we can all enjoy, something we can all call home.” Jesus says proudly.
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…“This signal you speak of, was it red or blue?”
“What does the colour matter? All I know, is that I saw something regardless of its colour, isn’t that enough!” Devon spits through teeth clenched and broken.
“The colour means EVERYTHING and MORE, even the end of days has a foretelling that is not lost in facts but lost within the colours of what is and is not.” he says with whimsical flair as he brushes his hair from his face. “There was a story I told once. It was about a young girl who never wanted to go to sleep, no matter how tired she was. This girl, who we’ll call Tabitha just for the shits and giggles, because shits and giggles are all we have. Anyway, Tabitha never wanted to sleep, but ironically slept more than most. She was always centre stage when the important things were discussed, but asleep when the things took place. One day when commanding the rooms attention, Tabitha was brought to trial for her misdeeds. The others in the village said she was a disease, dragging the village down to the bottomless pit below. She begged the villages to stop and listen, and when they failed to care, she did the only thing she could do in this kind of situation.” he says as he stops and takes a long drink of water from his green glass.
“She went to sleep, didn’t she?” Devon says quickly, causing him to smile broadly.
“Sleep she did indeed my friend, sleep she did indeed,” he says with a mischievous glimmer in his eyes….
a labour of smite,
the devils dog,
woven in spaces taken in time,
we delve,
down in the broken wine,
over the meadows of my mind,
there sits a place not far,
jaded in the memoeries of waht was,
swollen in the symphonise of waht are,
we see it,
feel the flesh tear,
turn me into the image,
sweat sweet soiled images,
hello from aboeve,
I am no longer below…
dismayed by the dreams gone away,
a mirror shit with shifted purpose,
not a reflective surface but a spitting sheet,
i abuse the face that looks at me,
prove myself to the one who hates,
a seeded vessle,
waiting to flower,
my betrayer,
the deciveer,
myself,
a wicked way to burn,
as sthe showdow of my own viasge,
suffocateds to self,
that was myself,
take a look around,
look at the image that reflects,
a woven visual,
images burned on wooden boards,
words,
pictures,
hate filled messsages shown,
played a part that was not mine,
a role given fly,
purpose,
but not mine…
…“A Shoe? Really?” Kevin says as he screws his face up with confusion.
“Yup, a big old FUCKING shoe!” Conner says with a thrusting nod of his head, and a corny wink.
“And why a shoe?”
“Why not?”
“You realise that’s not an answer, right?” Kevin asks as he rummages around his thick head of hair with his hand, while the other grips the desk tightly.
“There are never really any answers, there are only ever questions.” he says with a wide cheesy smile.
“R-R-Right,” Kevin sings as he puckers up his lips, then draws them back. “Was it your shoe, or the victims?”
Conner fakes a jovial laugh, before rolling his eyes and lifting his jaw proudly. “It was mine, as you can see,” he says as he pulls one of the shoes from his feet and slaps it on the desk. A thick splatter of red explodes from the shoe’s sole and spreads itself across the tables top. “See,” he says with a playful raise of his eyebrows.
“Y-You seem overly proud of yourself, d-don’t you?”
“Why not, they had it coming, and I was the one to bring it,” Conner says tapping his hairy bare chest, nodding his head in rhythmic fashion.
“T-T-They were innoc…” But his words are stolen from his mouth, as Conner slaps Kevin across the face with the bloody shoe, sending him to the floor in a heap.
“NO ONE IS INNOCCENT! NO ONE!” Conner bellows like a madman as he leaps from his chair, landing on top of Kevin like a brick. “THE SHOE KNOWS WHEN YOU’VE BEEN NAUGHTY! THE SHOE KNOWS WHEN YOU’VE BEEN NICE!”…
…“He rostered us both on, just so he could revel in the uncomfortably, it’s that simple.” Sammy says through clenched teeth, as he casts a sideways glance towards Sonya.
“You give that a-hole more credit than he deserves, he’s not some evil supervillain looking to extract his final revenge, he’s filling shifts with whoever can work, it’s just a coincidence, nothing more, nothing less.”
“BULLSHIT! He thinks he’s the Riddler, playing with everyone like they’re a pawn in his latest riddle.”
“Well, you’re no Batman, but you’re definitely a Dick! So tell me, why would Clark Griswald wanna run out Christmas?”
“Any more references you want to get in first before I answer?” he asks with a sarcastic smile across his lips.
“You can’t handle anymore!” she quips back quickly, grinning ear to ear.
His smile fades and he grinds his teeth loudly, “Remember last year, when Susan dumped Simon the day before he had that whole night at the Four Season’s planned, the one where he was planning to ask her to marry him?”
“How could I forget, he ended up letting us use the booking instead, and I achieved the first and only orgasm I ever had with you.” she purrs with a gentle sigh.
“W-WHAT? REALLY? B-B-But what a-about that time in Panama City?”
“OH MY GOD! PANAMA CITY! REALLY? YOU REALLY THINK YOU MADE ME CUM THEN?”
“THAT WHAT YOU FUCK SAID!” he bellows, flailing his arms around like some poorly animated cartoon character from an early morning children’s show.
“Well, obviously I lied!” she spits matter-of-factly.
“OBVIOUSLY!” he grunts as he grinds his teeth once more, before taking a deep breath and sighing. “I always like these reminders as to why were not together anymore, you forget these sort of things when you’re all alone. THANKS!”
She lets out a loud groan and thrusts her head into the air. “GET ON WITH YOUR STORY ALREADY BEFORE I DIE OF BOREDOM!” she moans.
“It doesn’t MATTER anymore!” he says with fire laced words.
“BE A MAN!” a voice spits from behind them, before the room is plunged into darkness. “It ALWAYS matters!”…
…“Wednesday,” Jamie says quickly and without hesitation, bringing all eyes down upon him.
“Are you sure?” Henry asks as he looks over his wire rimmed glasses.
“I am positive,” he answers back.
“Well,” Henry says with an exacerbated sigh as he leans back, places his glasses on the bench before him and kneads his Russ as of they were putty. “This changes everything, doesn’t it?”
“Only of you allow it to,” Zek says matter-of-factly.
“I don’t think there’s much we CAN do to stop it from changing things, we cannot wipe what has happened from our minds, can we?”
“We can choose to ignore the facts and move forward as originally planned as if nothing has changed.”
Henry casts a disgruntled look over to Zek and lets out a bellowing of air from his flared nostrils. “Are we no better than those we are govern, if we abuse the rules as if they were nothing?”
“It’s not abuse, if you’re unaware of the full story.”
“BUT WE ARE!”
“So you say,” Zek says with a wry smile across his lips, as he looks over to Jamie. “But what if this conversation never took place, because poor Jamie succumbed to his injuries.”
“W-W-What?” Jamie stammers as he looks frantically over to Zek, and then to Henry. “Y-Y-Your not g-g-going to listen to him a-are you?”
“N-No, no, of course we’re not going to listen to the insanities of someone who is clearly not fit to be on this committee.”
“I’d like to interject and say that maybe YOU’RE not fit to be on this committee.”
“H-H-HOW DARE YOU!” Henry stammers as he thrusts himself to his feet, and points a trembling finger towards Zek. “H-H-HOW DARE YOU!”
“Get over yourself old man, there ain’t nothing I won’t dare, and if you’re not careful, I’ll dare to be many more things,” he says with a broad grin, as he grips his own face, and tears his flesh away….
we sell the soul that is not ours,
a wisdom,
lost in the hours upon hours,
tomorrow,
that was not,
today was as is,
silent,
hopeless lost,
a saint above,
the sky opens up,
warmth,
glowing,
filling my cup,
the golden red,
the sea within,
let it flow,
let this be my end…
we spoke,
yet did we see,
you were here,
yet neither was me,
the cracks showed through,
the walls feel down,
over the bourndries,
a face painted clown,
laughed to cry,
hidden in design,
my smile a mask,
flavour my task,
sucullent salvations,
tastings not solved,
winter is coming,
old,
yet not sold…
…Sammy thrusts Jason against the wall and digs his fingers into the open gash that spills a sea of red from it. “Does it hurt, little brother? Are you in pain?” he seethes through clenched teeth.
“I-I-I, I’m not g-g-going to give y-y-you the s-satisfaction of knowing,” Jason stammers, as he forces a smile across his pale, pasty cheeks.
Without waring Sammy drives a blinding headbutt into the ridge of Jason’s nose, sending him reeling across landscapes old and new, until he crashes to the ground in a bloody heap. He scrambles to his feet and looks frantically around the eerie world that surrounds him, before he comes to a complete stop and slowly pats his stomach several times as his eyes drift down to the perfectly toned stomach that was wide open some seconds before.
“W-W-W-What the fuck i-is going on?” he says in bewilderment, as he looks up into Sammy’s wide-eyed grin.
“Waffle,” he says proudly.
“W-W-Waffle?” Jason stammers.
Sammy nods his head in agreement. “Waffle, waffle.”
“W-W-What the FUCK does waffle mean?”
The smile on Sammy’s face widens. “It mean’s your dead, and I’m going to eat your soul!” Sammy snarls as his jaw dislocates and his mouth opens wide reveling rows of sharp rotting teeth…
…“Tell me and tell me straight. Do you think that someone like me, could ever give someone like you the time of day?” Nigel asks with a furrowed brow and twisted tongue while thrusting a finger towards Catherine.
“I-I-I, I don’t understand the question,” Catherine stammers, as she looks around the room and the others as they stare on in petrified fear, before she turns her eyes back to Nigel, as he sits cross-legged at the head of the table.
He slams a fist onto the table. “DON’T LOOK TO THE OTHERS FOR HELP, AS THEY ARE ALL LOOKING OUT FOR THEMSVELE AND NOT YOU!” he spits. “NOW ANSWER MY QUESTION! DO YOU THINK SOMEONE LIKE YOU, WOULD EVER BE WORTH THE TIME OF DAY, FOR SOMEONE LIKE ME?”
“I-I-I, I think w-we are a-a-all created e-e-equl..” But she doesn’t get to finish her words, as he leaps across the table and slaps her powerfully across the cheek, knocking her to the ground.
“WE ARE NOT EQUAL! WE ARE NOT THE SAME! I AM YOUR RULER, AND YOU WILL BOW DOWN AND OBEY!” he bellows, as he draws his blade free from its scabbard, and arches the sword high into the air. “NOW, FACE YOUR PUNISHMENT!” he spits.
“Can I interrupt,” a voice says, drawing eyes to the doorway, where a long blonde haired man stands leaning against the doorway….
…The door rips from its hinges, and Delargo steps into the room, letting out a gruff thrust of air from his pulsating nostrils while flexing his muscular form like a wrestler announcing his arrival to the ring. “WHO BE THE DOG BASTARD WILLIAM WATTS!” he roars as he eyes each of the petrified faces who stare back at him in fear. “WHO BE THE COWARDLY FOOL WHO THINKS HE BE MAN ENOUGH TO KILL THE DREAD PIRATE CAPTAIN DELARGO!”
He takes another goading step forward after a handful of silent second’s pass. “BE IT YOU BOY!” he spits as he grabs a young blonde haired by head with one power hand and lift him high into the air. “ARE YOU WILLIAM WATTS?”
“N-NO! N-NO!” the boy screams.
“Pity,” Delargo slurs as he crushes the boy’s head, and tosses him to the side like a piece of garbage, then turns to another. “ARE YOU WILLIAM WATTS?” he bellows as he grabs the boy by the head, like he did the first, and lifts him high into the air.
“Let the boy down Delargo, I am William Watts!” a voice announces proudly, causing a wicked smile to snake itself across Delargo’s lips.
“As you wish,” Delargo snarls, as he squeezes the boy’s head like a pimple….
quiet was the light,
silent was the night,
over the rainbow of my dreams,
we saw the sights unseen,
we weathered the storm,
that was our lives,
we begged,
pleaded,
swore,
alive,
but not living,
the blindness of it all,
swelling onto our shores,
waves lapping,
seas swimming in the rotten,
a pulse,
purge me free,
the eye that was mine,
was not me…
open the doorway she said,
see the sun shine in,
let the ravages of time wash over you,
free me from beneath myself,
under the fig tree buried deep,
I wondered,
was the me I thought I was,
really the me I am,
or was the lies I told others,
the lies I also told myself,
for stars in my own eyes,
lies,
it is,
and it is not,
for the waiting,
was not me,
and I,
I am not me…
