Of countless hours of work.
Go to waste.
They did.
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Scar, Smash, Juice, Crush
Scars stretched across black tundra.
Dips and swells galore.
Peel apart the peptide bonds,
Smash, smash, smash against the floor.
Juice small feathers in twisted claws.
Ineffective incandesence,
Crushed between your jaws.
Dismount, Bite, Pull, Feel
Dismount from the pale horse
and chew on the grass a while.
Bite the hand that feeds you
and feel the flesh stretch a mile.
Pull back the starchéd lace
that cauterizes hell.
Feel the bone push through
your adamantium shell.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
The Church Burners: Prologue
The spray of fibres dug into my neck. Each stray hair puncturing my flesh, trying desperately to tunnel it’s way into my throat. Even if I had wanted to scream, I knew I wouldn’t be able to; that tunnel was nothing more than a slit ay this point.
As the rope tightened, bark began to battle the rope hairs for domination of what was once my throat. A sadistic race to the finish. Unfortunately for the tree digging into the back of my head and neck, the rope was winning.
I felt the rope jerk again sending a serpentine burn running beneath my chin. I think my body tried to sob, or heave, or scream, or something. Too bad she wouldn’t let it. She was in control now. Her and that fucking rope. Honestly though, I can’t say that I minded.
An irritating tickling summoned a swarm of bumps across my cheek and neck as the rope brushed against the short hairs lining my skin. This is the part where she was tying the rope. I guess she needed both of her hands.
The air moved as she brushed past my shoulder and walked around to the other side of the tree. She stood in front of me so I could see her face. The left corner of her mouth twitched. I don’t know why I remember that. I don’t think I should’ve remembered that. In fact, her twitching should have been the last thing on my mind since I know it wasn’t on hers.
I could feel myself disintegrating. Blood was finding it harder to pump, pump, pump its way up to my skull. Things began to bleed together; the world was blossoming into a pantheistic mass of colour; where did the thick black outlines go?
I no longer had a face. It was just there. It didn’t belong to me anymore. It was more tree, or rope, or air than it was me. I almost didn’t feel her open mouth crush mine. Looking back, I don’t even know if I did. Have you ever been holding something in your hand and accidentally bashed it against a table or a wall and cried out in pain even though you didn’t feel it at all? I think this was one of those situations.
Who am I kidding? I think I am one of those situations.
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Omnipotence vs. Irreverence: A Dialogue
And there you have it!
A creature of most intricate design.
Bits and pieces rely on next in line.
The start one, you must spark the other,
To spark that one, you must ignite another.
Honestly, I truly am ingenious.
No, you're not!
They'll be too ignorant and so compliant.
They'll follow blindly like the one behind it;
Nothing but a destructive tool!
Or, is that what you want, ignominious fool?
You're simply a tyrant at heart.
But, oh, just wait!
I'll create them solely in my image;
Their bodies modeled after my own visage.
To them my word is law, you see,
All their acts done in the name of me.
I am their head of state.
Alas, your downfall!
Truly you haven't thought this through.
To create a species just like you,
But without the reasons to claim such power?
You have built yourself a crumbling tower.
Thus, my warning call.
A creature of most intricate design.
Bits and pieces rely on next in line.
The start one, you must spark the other,
To spark that one, you must ignite another.
Honestly, I truly am ingenious.
No, you're not!
They'll be too ignorant and so compliant.
They'll follow blindly like the one behind it;
Nothing but a destructive tool!
Or, is that what you want, ignominious fool?
You're simply a tyrant at heart.
But, oh, just wait!
I'll create them solely in my image;
Their bodies modeled after my own visage.
To them my word is law, you see,
All their acts done in the name of me.
I am their head of state.
Alas, your downfall!
Truly you haven't thought this through.
To create a species just like you,
But without the reasons to claim such power?
You have built yourself a crumbling tower.
Thus, my warning call.
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