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Minor occurrences so ignored.I watched an ant crawl across the surface of a car today.
Tiny legs trailing across the dull metallic shell, moving slowly on the skin of the machine as it sped down a dusty highway. The creature took pauses between every few steps, as it made its way from the front of the car, passively searching for a path to the underearth haven.
I observed in curious silence as it took its first exploratory step on the windshield.
The man in the car seemed oblivious to this tiny creature crawling across the vast field of neoplastic-glass.Just as ignorant, the ant continued to venture onwards. Towards the center. And then, the man noticed.
A faint shadow of annoyance. As swiftly as that expression came, it was replaced by a browed look of apathy.
Stubby fingers reach for one of the numerous levers on the wheel, digits sprawling outwards in a searching manner, similar to the antennae of the offending creature. Fingers curl around a certain lever; the one marked with a white-traced droplet. As if it k
The Forgotten.As Evening pulls the obsidian cloth from the land;
foolishly. A thousand lanterns extinguished; fades into
A seething ball creeps ever so slowly on the horizon. With Hate; with Love.
And I stood there. In the midst of Dread.
Arms bound by Guilt.
Hands held by Sorrow.
Brought here by Pride.
Trialed by Justice.
And so He appears.
Message and Messenger caressed in his hand.
And he points it towards a
And in a
And I see it.
Death cutting through the air
It whistles a melody in the w i n d
and it dances inside me.
A quiet blossom, crimson crawling across
Charon's envoy lodged tightly between my heart.
The Man gives a gesture. Taunting, laughing.
Unblinking eyes no longer see.
The darkness whispers a chorus,
breathing someone else's breath.
And I lay there. In the midst of dream.
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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