luciawolf
that feeling. you don't realise the skin has broken for a few fragments of a second, it's just this sharp terrible pain punctuated by a hard pounding heart and a dizzy feeling in the pit of your stomach. I wanted it, I got it, and paid for it with a pound of flesh. it's really the regret that gets you, and it takes some time to mend and clean the mess.
I twist the handle and enter the apartment. the music begins, dramatic, fantastical, orchestral and dreamy. Like the paramount icon, stars circle my head and crown me like the statue of liberty as I turn into the room. Lit up with the Fox searchlights, I extend a hand in wave as my name flashes in bulbs and neon on the wall. And to finalise my entrance, I take a bow.
cut her down and bury her deep
deep in the ground, standing on her feet
impossible for her to ever find sleep
bury the site with a willow tree
and here forever this willow tree weeps
took all my demons up again
and all my deepest skeletons
the one's i've hidden for so long
swept all away and now they're gone
one night dark and cold with sleet
i washed upon the ashen shore
cold and weary, wet and weak
what once was clear i can't recall
forest on the beach-line loomed
i looked ahead with eyes ashine and
in the ice-white light of moon
i took aflight across the sand
Fishy freshness filled my fists
Hope it doesn't stain this fish
I can make a game of this
Fishy squishy in my midst
Smelly melly belly octopelly
'allo, who's there?' said bob curiously
'nobody' said Nobody
'what are you doin then?, think you're gonna scare me? well it ain't possible" said bob bravely
'it's both possible and probable' said the mysterious nobody
'oh yeah?' said bob
'yeah' said nobody, assuredly
'I'd like to see that then,' Bob scoffed.
There was silence.
"allo?' asked bob, looking around. strange. nobody must have gone, he thought to himself, I'll just go back to what I was doin' then shall i.. i was..
"BOO!!"
"Aaah!" screamed bob, and ran away up the street, never to be seen again.
only one, nobody told me which one, i suppose it didn't matter.. there was only one
that side was right.. but it wasn't that right...
take my side.
Wind blows through, whistling like a saggy balloon. There is not enough left in me to keep afloat, I flop. Dead and smelly. Blat.
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