I Gymnastics of the brain Bending around depressive lump Avatars and faces disfigured, mixed up. Animus N (form of Ash) dances in the ocean. Completely out of character and yet inevitable, as all things are in this place. A serious tone with a playful finish, as though folly would be the only [forceful] eternal survivor.… Continue reading Splinters (I-III)
Tag: mental illness
Remedy
A cube creeps towards me though I can only see the [iridescent] edges It settles eventually against a wall A makeshift portal to the crocodiles and their sinking teeth Vertebrae of metal / Wooden oesophagus / Heart of clock Every organ in the body a transmitter crying SOS through a system of mirrors I grow… Continue reading Remedy
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Parallel #5: [Dis]array / Onset
CW: Self harm Me, with fresh cuts all over both arms. Sitting calmly. Feel the pain. The connection. The flow. I didn’t understand the disease like he did. He’d lived with it far too long, knew the consequences and the natural conclusion. Put yourself out of your misery, his eyes begged. I can’t handle the… Continue reading Parallel #5: [Dis]array / Onset
Parallel #3: Subconscious Ordering
[Abandoned]Warehouses.Bins.Fears tied up with string. A song about the sea connects to my adolescence with all its sorrow and romance and shame. Connects me to pavements and ashtrays and discarded crisp packets blowing in the wind. Sand, too. Dirty sand. Bitterness abound. All the things they hide! Make me embarrassed for the things I don’t.… Continue reading Parallel #3: Subconscious Ordering
Interlude/Bear/Thaw
Serrated teeth in the brain. Tissue melting, oozing like wax, reforming into monstrous masses of indeterminate shape. Painful stalactites that join forces to torment me into complete and final submission. The wind growls as it rolls in through the fog. I flinch, though I can imagine no greater cross than I already bear. It’s the… Continue reading Interlude/Bear/Thaw
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Journal Sequence #12: Poetic Animus [around here]
The poetic animus appears in a dream, just out of reach. Images of elevators flash into my mind. I project them like ghosts onto the big screen. If you tell someone you’re going to do something, while subconsciously projecting animus upon them, it will almost certainly happen. “I’d kill to relieve the burden.” Ah, the… Continue reading Journal Sequence #12: Poetic Animus [around here]
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Journal Sequence #11: Remission [Appending]
Suddenly, through the cracks in the asphalt, paving and brickwork: water. It’s raining upwards; the city is crying. Drowning me and everyone like me in its tears. My hair, my clothes, my skin: soaked. My eyelashes beaded with droplets. You can only write when you allow the world outside to slow down, because as it… Continue reading Journal Sequence #11: Remission [Appending]
Flash Fiction: Metal Box
I’m in a metal box. It’s raining outside, maybe. No one is coming. Not ever. Sleep provides a refuge in which mind becomes one with its habitat. But I must emerge. The jewel is coming. I buzzed her in. Soon she’ll enter between the bars across my window. I selected her from thousands of possibilities.… Continue reading Flash Fiction: Metal Box
Micro Fiction: Cursed
And the world fades away, and I find myself curled up in a nest woven from straw that encloses me all the way around. There’s light coming from somewhere, because I can see. Outside? What’s outside? I’ve a feeling I have never known. A friendly echo, a hum. A message carried upon it that I… Continue reading Micro Fiction: Cursed
Journal Sequence #7: Liminal People
What happened to all the moments in between? Surely in their darkness they hold the key to all this. Or have I truly moved from one scene to the next as though through a portal? Where do we go when we’re inside a portal? Where are we when we’re in between? We are liminal people,… Continue reading Journal Sequence #7: Liminal People
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