Here we are again. So similar, and yet so different.
Lights blinding. Darkness pressing.
The cold biting and gnawing and
scrapping for dominance with the last vestiges of lukewarm stability.
Sharp goosebumps form with
feathered tips and prick tendons
with icy tightness.
Calmness stolen from the mutterers below paints the mind
and leaves them with only echoes of fear and confusion,
Like shadowy vistas of a long forgotten future.
Sirens. They hurt. Pounding and
wailing. Arms spread, clothes whipping, soul
laced with blood. Behind you, they're here,
Shouting and begging.
You wish you could hear them.
Your ears disagree.
She's here. Recoil. Her fingers
slipping into your ears and silencing the pleas. A leering
reality supported by
Self-malice.
Face cupped in hallucinatory palms. Smile
wide, eyes ditto. Cheeks
Stroked and traced to the tune of
whimpers.
"They should know by now that when they walk with you, they walk alone. That
you play for the sake of the game: nothing more, nothing less. They're nothing to
you. Forget about them. But first, we have to
hurt them."
No. I don't want to. Please, make it
stop. The cries are strangely muted
now; still there, but flashing disjointedly
back and forth
Like hyperactive dolphins.
Mice in a blender.
"Falling's just like flying, only backwards. You'll like it. It'll be quick. And it'll
tear them apart."
Hair licked by wind, wet from the
sharp-tongued breeze. Through
my eyes you see the
battlefield, the choking and the
death.
The burning cold amidst the heat
That claws its way into our hearts
and minds...
No. That's her talking. Focus. Ignore
her.
Wisping ghost-owls float mindwards over
the tarmacked sea.
Pin pricks, needle eyes,
tastebuds of glaring shine against
The egocentric city.
They're staring at you.
Cold.
Mocking.
The sould behind them lost in concrete
The beating hearts snuffed out by dark.
Jump
Do it.
Tear them apart.
But what -
Screams. Falling. Wind-whipped.
Stop.
