Thursday, June 14, 2012
Hungered
I live for the taste of blood and skin coating my tongue. I dream of devouring you night after night. I'll eat your heart. I'll lap up your blood like spilled milk. I will spill you. I am coming for you and I want your nightmares filled up with me. Right to the brim and flowing over into your days. I want you. I want you dieing over and over again in my arms. You should have known this was going to happen when my finger nails grew longer and my teeth grew sharper right before your eyes. You should have seen the red seeping into my irises and known the hunger that was growing there. Getting deeper. Getting out of control. Little fingers down into my innards, twisting in insatiable need and want. So hungry. So very hungry. So very hungry and coming just for you in the night with your taste ever living on my crimson lips.
Wednesday, June 6, 2012
The Night They Lost Detroit
The city looms huge. Empty. Shards of concrete and metal as desolate as the souls who twist within them. These buildings. These shells. This wasteland of the human condition.
We saw the fires from the lake. I saw towers burning from the shore. I felt the smoke slick my lungs. I felt the heat sting my eyes. I knew right then what would come next. I knew how a fire can spread across a dry land, like tiny fingers reaching across the globe. They let them all die there. Turned their backs, stuffed their pockets and this is the people's revenge. Lost city so huge, burning like a tiger in the night. So bright. So bright.
I inscribed crosses on my ammunition and muttered invocations peppered with curses under my breath as I tighten my hands around the butt of a shotgun. The fires now reaching the sky. The black clouds lite a sickly orange. Screams from the edge of empty parking lots. Broken glass glittering like diamonds strewn across the asphalt. Broken hands laced in prayer. Shattered faces reaching for heaven.
This is our anger burnt on the face of the earth. Us lost. Us forgotten. Us angels in the skin of devils. This city is lost and our rage can only search out new homes in the hearts and minds of the truly forgotten. The world burns and no one seems to care.
We saw the fires from the lake. I saw towers burning from the shore. I felt the smoke slick my lungs. I felt the heat sting my eyes. I knew right then what would come next. I knew how a fire can spread across a dry land, like tiny fingers reaching across the globe. They let them all die there. Turned their backs, stuffed their pockets and this is the people's revenge. Lost city so huge, burning like a tiger in the night. So bright. So bright.
I inscribed crosses on my ammunition and muttered invocations peppered with curses under my breath as I tighten my hands around the butt of a shotgun. The fires now reaching the sky. The black clouds lite a sickly orange. Screams from the edge of empty parking lots. Broken glass glittering like diamonds strewn across the asphalt. Broken hands laced in prayer. Shattered faces reaching for heaven.
This is our anger burnt on the face of the earth. Us lost. Us forgotten. Us angels in the skin of devils. This city is lost and our rage can only search out new homes in the hearts and minds of the truly forgotten. The world burns and no one seems to care.
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