Tuesday, April 12, 2011

3038. THIS DAY OF THE LOCUST

THIS DAY OF THE LOCUST
The wind was wailing. I interviewed the vampire; he looked
down my shirt gripping tight my wrists. I knew not what
was coming nor what to do. Just like that, in the essential
moment of a tyrannical dream, I escaped from myself -
for that moment - in lieu of a scream.
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Escarpment and all those treacherous rocks.
We fell together, it seemed in one momentous
leap, dashing ourselves on the rocks below;
but never, in reality, hitting the bottom.
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Life. This life. It twinkles like a starlet,
and is over in an instant - like a bad
movie role in a film that should never
have been started, by a girl who really
should just have stayed at home.

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