the last thing I remember:
I shatter a bottle of whiskey on the sidewalk with a spring in my step-
in my peace, I hum.
moments later,
a **** begins to surface on my shin,
but the inebriation keeps my head from noticing the litres of blood on the gravel below,
dripping,
pooling,
draining into the street sewers.
a nearly audible voice counts down from 30.
30...29...28...27...
street lights, flashing turn signals, yet I stand in the middle of it all, taking it in.
I’ve missed what it feels like to feel alive.
...26...25...24...23...
there is a club nearby that has seen better days. the manager has taken to spending time outside rather than inside, and he stands under a streetlamp, looking for something.
...22...21...20...19...
it’s not until I splash through the crimson ponds like rain boots in May puddles that I notice anything slightly amiss.
...18...17...16...15...
shortly afterwards, the scent
and the distillation
of bourbon and bloodstains clogs my ****** orifices,
a liquid mask freezing solid onto my face, eyes, and mouth.
...14...13...12...11...
I collapse in my own filth and doings.
what is happening?
demonic chanting has joined the excitement surrounding me.
...10...9...8...7...
grasping for aid like a child for her mother--
gasping
...6...
car brakes screech to a halt nearby.
...5...
can this—
...4...
help?—
...3...2...
you step out of the car,
grab my hand,
but upon seeing your torn face,
instinct overcomes impulse:
I grab a shard of glass
and pierce it----------------
into my own flesh—
......1...
Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 8:00 PM UTC
the last thing I remember:
I shatter a bottle of whiskey on the sidewalk with a spring in my step-
in my peace, I hum.
moments later,
a **** begins to surface on my shin,
but the inebriation keeps my head from noticing the litres of blood on the gravel below,
dripping,
pooling,
draining into the street sewers.
a nearly audible voice counts down from 30.
30...29...28...27...
street lights, flashing turn signals, yet I stand in the middle of it all, taking it in.
I’ve missed what it feels like to feel alive.
...26...25...24...23...
there is a club nearby that has seen better days. the manager has taken to spending time outside rather than inside, and he stands under a streetlamp, looking for something.
...22...21...20...19...
it’s not until I splash through the crimson ponds like rain boots in May puddles that I notice anything slightly amiss.
...18...17...16...15...
shortly afterwards, the scent
and the distillation
of bourbon and bloodstains clogs my ****** orifices,
a liquid mask freezing solid onto my face, eyes, and mouth.
...14...13...12...11...
I collapse in my own filth and doings.
what is happening?
demonic chanting has joined the excitement surrounding me.
...10...9...8...7...
grasping for aid like a child for her mother--
gasping
...6...
car brakes screech to a halt nearby.
...5...
can this—
...4...
help?—
...3...2...
you step out of the car,
grab my hand,
but upon seeing your torn face,
instinct overcomes impulse:
I grab a shard of glass
and pierce it----------------
into my own flesh—
......1...
prelude to a perhaps
