Abstraction
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Abstraction
This time; fear Begging myself to wake I stare at my dormant body I sweat profusely Heaven help me God forbid The walls are breathing As the wallpaper crumbles And turns to maggots The flickering light bulb My rising apprehensions I fear not death For it is too absolute Abstraction and fragility; this is incoherent I fear not my mortality As I fall to pieces My world; tilting, swaying A beautiful painting Smeared over with greasy oil And fatty acid A man in the corner No. Yes. I don’t know I become sporadically decapitated As the room closes around me The man whispers in the corner Something of anguish and trigonometry VIOLENCE! The unfairness of doubt And my unborn child God of light The devil takes it Though I still sleep The coma has me Mercy me, mercy me Oh, my, my. Oh my, my… Deceit…? REVOLT! And the man is upon me He wears my head Dream!! Dream!! Apparition! And it is inexplicable Screaming, I start drooling black This man is me And though I am alone I will never leave my side Black, red, maroon… How many colors of blood are there? BLUE! The transgressions within Boil in my rivers Now the man is gone This time; fear This is only one conclusion And I draw it For jumping to it means risking the sanity I never had I turn to the bed Only the indentions No body Nobody My hands shoot for the neck And choking ensues And my body appears Cold, there is a tingling And I snap around to another bed Another body My fists clench Paranoia? Never heard of it Though they are watching Choking; blood soaked I’ve killed the first Irrelevancy Haphazard; I foam at the mouth Convulse…warning This is a seizure As my mental securities arrest my suspicions Mental prison For now, the irrevocable: True This time; fear For the other is awake. |
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| such confusion and despair i feel here. there's light at the end, no matter how unseeming or ethereal it may be. dark honesty. ~ | Posted on 2008-01-21 00:00:00 | by silent strings | [ Reply to This ] | Holy [censored], this was amazing. This was original and made me think, I had to keep up with it, like a dog trying to keep pace with a car. It was fast paced and exhilarating, a whirlwind of fear and adrenaline and interesting turns of phrase. You kept your audience on their toes. Spiffy. | "I turn to the bed Only the indentions No body Nobody" That was my favorite part of the piece I think, the way that it sounds in my mind when I read it, the way that it is both paranoid and forlorn, and a window into the solitude of the speaker. I also trully enjoyed the part where you were wondering about all the different colors of blood. You seem so very creative, and great with imagery. I think you did masterfully well with this piece. Love it. xoxo | Posted on 2008-01-18 00:00:00 | by blu_kittin | [ Reply to This ] | |
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