senotspets
To the silent noises that burst my ear
I'll turn to hear.
To the hueless steel walls that I despise
I'll open my eyes.
To the ill tyrants that glance with glower
I'll sift power.
To the nutcrackers that declaim command
I'll hold to stand.
For this voracious secret was not willed
Nor it instilled.
For this closet parasite will not wane
Nor will abstain.
When the tunes of the fighting bells draw near
I'll make fear,
fear.
I pace, back and ahead. Desperately scrutinizing my watch, clinging to any miniture implication of change. It's ten past, but only a lifetime's length from eternity. The textures of the puzzle pieces that make up these tunnel fade to hollowness and antiquity. I wait for the subway and the rings and my way to you.
You see, I am a door-to-door sales(wo)man.
I come, without warning.
I make; you fall in love, with all that I have.
I take; all that you have.
I stay; as long as you want me to.
I obey; only my own rules.
I hurt; because of those rules.
I hope; my visit resonated happiness.
I know; it probably did not.
One of those rules include leaving.
I wish some of you would want me to linger, longer. Just-a-few-seconds longer.
(Or, maybe a few minutes longer.)
(Or, maybe a few hours longer.)
(Or, forever.)
Ding-dong.
You see, I am a door-to-door sales(wo)man.
I come, without warning.
I make; you fall in love, with all that I have.
I take; all that you have.
I stay; as long as you want me to.
I obey; my own rules.
I hurt; you because of those rules.
I hope; my visit resonated happiness.
I know; it probably didn't.
I wish some, of you would want me to stay a few seconds longer.
One of my own rules include leaving.
(Or, a few minutes longer.)
I take; I give. And I wish that sometimes those two dualities can balance for some, of you.
(Or, a few hours longer.)
As with all other characters of this earth, you have to learn to let the right one in.
(Or, forever.)
Ding-dong.
Their nude bodies are covered by one thin bed sheet, tracing their outlines. She could feel the mattress shake with his lazy breathes and the heat emanating from his quiescent body. She studied his stubbled face. There was something so irresistibly magnetic about his expression whilst he laid asleep; a hunter showing an innocence of the hunted. It was an innocence unknown to any other. She felt unique, just as he always made her feel. A smile crept up her cheeks. She huddled closer to him before melting into a deep slumber, the first of many.
Rough and painful, but beautiful. The nylon lace jags against her childlike, pubescent thighs. As do the monsters of time, the fabric eat at her childhood. The alluring new undergarment marks a fresh era of the little fraction of life she lived. She did not know that this petite piece of adulthood would bring such pain.
And she did not know that it did not have to.
My thirst is palpable. Motion. Drop by drop the liquids of my body disappear with every breathe. In, out. In, out. I push harder as it becomes harder to push myself. I feel the asphalt move underneath my automaton feet and the virgin air. Sound reducing upbeat music chant in my ears and my hammering heartbeat.
infinite sky; timeless road. I am always almost drained.
Salvation has arrived; it so clear and so beautiful. The end of the dark tunnel of seemingly eternal suffering has a light. Gradually the much too familiar pain her sickness brings fades into an echo, as a silent euphoria overtakes her. She lived longer with the pain than without it. And, it was a monster that does not become banal. The ending start; It was happiness and it was peace and it was silence and it was kind and it was a happy ending.
The end of the tunnel has a light; It is Death.
In all our beginnings, there is carbon. Without it, we would not exist; it is a part of all of us. When it comes down to it, we are all just little mosaics of elements. From these intertwined puzzle pieces springs intelligence, eyebrows, kidneys, spines, earlobes, and everything in between.
You may have the most seductive physique, the most flawlessly placed features, the most ingeniously crafted mind, or all of the above.
But, in all our ends, our labyrinths of bodies turns back to nothing but elements and carbon. And, to the earth, none of it makes a difference.
She flashed her lopsided smile, and suddenly everything was so beautiful. For the brief seconds that her palpable smile held, the darkest corners of his heart were lit. A heart full of the most grotesque, inscrutable things. He knew that he would never be able to leave her, could not even imagine wanting to. She was the sun to his moon. Without her, he could not glow. He loved her too much for his own good, he knew.
She knew this too. And, she smiles.
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