Monday, October 11, 2010

Code Orange.


The ghost has returned. The ship has surfaced and only one body is left to identify. Somewhere in the dreams. Living for keeps. He keeps her soul. Knowing he drives her senses and somewhat her being. He resurfaces through a picture. A friendly jester. He plays his game tactfully. She waits. Anticipating. Closed mouth. Loss of breath. Desperation. Will he arrive? The day remains calm and beautiful. A mid October day. The sun touches her skin as the light dances off her tan skin. She stands. Waits. The people are circling around her in a fast forward mode but she still stands, realizing its not a movie. She's drawing flies at this point.

The chill has entered the air. It may have been a spring day but the fall night reaches into her skin and hits her bones. The night has become her enemy. She reaches a dark place and every night she drags herself out of the mind shaft she jumps into. He always goes when the wind blows.

You're a terrible combination.

She will reveal herself one day. And the mystery of what she writes. She reverts back to her childhood. The day her new dolly arrives. Such a pretty doll with long pretty blonde hair. A disturbed and lonely kid worrying about the wrongs things at such an early age. She always started with the hair. Cutting strand by strand. Like a knife through her heart you ride the crimson wave of her arteries and you knocked down her valves.

Heart Attack! Contraction!

Cornered by her own thoughts.
She folded. She wonders if you are even real and why you consume her thoughts.

Feeding off her life a tick. His head grows bigger and bigger. She is infected and it will pain her to the bone. She feels like the scab will never heal. Maybe if he let go she could turn the page but till then he will bounced from paper to her screen and through her heart. How does one fend off such a strong power surge when the lights have been turned off.

Electric shock. Break her fall.

A hazardous materials incident has occured. Magnitude unknown. Ticking Clock. Stealing time.


Good Bye.....



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