All I wanted was a bloody sunset, glimmering over the horizon like a newly formed papercut. Warm sand under my feet enveloping my ankles as I stared at the ocean.
All I ever wanted was to be swallowed whole...
Now it seems, simplicity has been replaced by desires of a feral nature. Prowling the streets, screaming at the moon, I writhe and yell in the hopes my meager body could only implode. A kind of freedom that leaves no footprints.I catch sight of my contaminated reflection in a puddle and, howling, scrape at the skin.
What Torment!
What Torture!
I expected to find some other creature underneath, but it is only blood that falls...
It is a whimpering beast that finds their door, clawing the paintwork. I cannot comprehend the shock displayed across their faces as their fragmented shadows crumple the body of the beast curled across their doorstep.All I wanted was a bloody sunset. All I ever got was a bullet to the brain.
Sunday, 10 February 2008
Workshop piece
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2 comments:
The last lines are so powerful. I like the repetition. And mysteriousness.
Thank you, that means a lot =P
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