Freewrite #2 A WaltzFreewrite 2Sleep, night nightshade a beat with sunglass. So heavy in the night sky pink silver I don't even make sense write right now, I know. Bags, weight, weights, sunlight hitting the barre through the window, it splintered in some places. A clash, a crash, splintering, spreading, going out in all directions, different ends of the spectrum, I'm so tired. A dull ache in my lumbar spine and cold joints. Why is this happening? Two differences clashing into noise. My shoes are a little dirty, I should wash them. My backpack. Water. Yawn. Losing interest fast. How much longer? Wish I was wearing more layers, I'm a little chilly. Snow, not quite snow. It's hot outside, but cold in here. I'm getting twitchy I can't believe it. It. It. It. La dee da dum my mind is empty. There's nothing there, no beautiful and intriguing images. Just nothing 12345678123412121234123, 123, 123, 123, 3, 333333333333333433333 shoes time. I'm not making any sense. My fricking body
Freewrite #1: Poolside People Partying PerfectlyFreewrite #1Dancing in the dark my ear itches swirling twirling whirling breath sweet relief, my dear. So very relieved hungry and tired too. Water is good, water is great come on let's all celebrate. Fever you can't eat up with black wool and pink flowers. Swirl, twirl, swirl, twirl. Kind of ready for some fun, tons of it, loads of it such exhaustion in my blood, such exhaustion is there. How much time has passed, am I done yet? Jesus. Jesus. Christ my arm is tired from strength work. Whorl. Whorling. Whirl. Whirling. I love my toes. They flex, point, flex point. Ah why? Chicken. Chick. Writing writing Just keep writing just keep writing. Shoulder burning. Flame throwing, kick licking, muck growing, glow mowing down the cars around the rocks they go. I see a desert in my brain, a giant, sandy brown and blue desert. So thirsty. One cloud. Tiny. Lots of sand. Burning. Pink dots slide across the paper, chipping. Black ink inking. Apparently an "ing" trip is happenING soo yes indeed. Ind
Mankind from MankindMankind from MankindThere is something very unsettlingWhen someone hurts a friend.It's not only because of the obvious pain,It's not only because you're worriedFor them.It's because you know that theseThings happen to everyone, and itCan be your turn soon.But it's more than that selfishReason.It's that no matter what, no oneCan protect mankind from mankind.
Never Get OldNever Get OldI remember coming home from school inMarch,Coming home and seeing gray wispy hairPopping up from the back of myGrandfather's old chair.The chair was gray, too, but it didNot have the white.She would be there, and I would comeInto the living room to say hello,"How are you, Grandma?"I would talk to her forA littleBut I always had so much to doEven when I had nothing to do.She would say, while getting out ofThe chair,"Never get old."My sister and I would laugh politelyAnd offer our aid.She would ride the trolleyDuring the Saint Patty's Day parade,And I would wave to her with glovedHands from my place on the flag corp.Flash: green, shamrocks, white, and bagpipes.It was all over in a few short weeks.She would go home.I went off to schoolA couple Saint Patty's Days came and went.A whorl of exams,Then a trip.There was a problem, and we went toThe hospital to see,She was lying there unable to speak,Her eyes trained on my Dad's face.I was upset an
Ruins Chapter 21But she's horrible at her own emotions so you're gonna have to be blunt, you hear me?I was in between consciousness and unconsciousness
I heard a voice, but just as I thought I understood the words, I slipped back into a world of odd shapes and dark colors. When I woke up, I forgot about them. It was not until Keil and I got back to the mercenary headquarters after talking to her former employer (that idiot Marvel) that the words echoed in my head again. I was not even sure they were real. I could have just imagined someone saying that to me. And yet, there was a certain substance to it that outweighed all of the other things I thought I heard.I was in severe pain. Once we were back, I collapsed on the first chair I could. Of course, sitting made it feel worse, and I wound up stretching out awkwardly on the chair without bending at my hip joint. I looked ridiculous, and probably very pathetic. Keil glanced at me, but decided not to say anything, much to my relief."So why do you
The Dark I Know WellThe Dark I Know WellI'm going to eat. And eat and eat and eat and eatUntil I'm big and fat. And I just won't stop atFood; I'll swallow the entire world.And the world will be in my stomachAnd my stomach acids will eat away at it.The paint of the world will melt away.The grass, the oceans, the mountainsAll will drip away their greens, blues, and purplesInto gray blobs. They'll be nothing, they'llAll be nothing; just disgusting gray mush inMy intestines. All of you, everything
Then I'll be bigger,Then I'll be bigger.Eventually I will eat enough to make meSick. And then the world will be back to the wayIt was. The colors will evaporate back to their accustomed placesAnd I'll go back to what I am. But hopefullyThis time around I will be wiser.