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Trent Kutchara Dec 2013
Words carried on ears in hearses
dead and deaf headless on the back of horses
carrying axes stalked by a lumbering mob armed with torches and pitchforks
hunting for sport. hiding among the herd different but not by much
reality and fiction blurring and becoming lucid leaving me clueless
It keeps coming down this way breaking over in intervals and phases
breaking like the waves of a tepid and unenthusiastic ocean droning
bloating and lurching then slinking and retreating,
bringing lost thoughts back to me caught in a fit
of Cognitive Dissonance
restless and oppressive
Spread and Sprawled out on the floor surrounded by animated bones
swirling through the night air and coalescing into skeletons
dancing through draculas dining hall
stalling my fall with wandering thoughts suspended in air by a fanciful imagination
fleeting as the floodgates open and it all comes back full circle again.....


I can't keep hiding behind my dreams like this anymore.. it's time to face the real world now.
Trent Kutchara Dec 2013
Spikes form from the skin
Splitting ends to poke out their eyes
Spitting acid to stifle the cries
A Shield of bitterness stinging
Images seen singing into my memory
Dissipate into a mass of spiders, fleas and mosquitoes
to spread my disease as fast as possible
Hopping, buzzing and crawling slowly... but surely
scourging and scouring bearing down every waking hour
biting and binding in beds of web
infecting and swarming
unheeded warnings
irritation and sickness,
a plague of anger global anguish
pain and unhappiness.
Nothing left for me.
I'll be gone soon
With nothing to show but a festering wound.
I opened up and everything fell out.
Now all I can do is drag my feet through my intestines and feelings
As I trudge away in defeat.

— The End —