I turned on the light to the next door and it came running in photons splashing gore!
Straight through the streetlight like stamps on a ***** and a tricycle cyc-sickling atop of the poor.
Violence, begotten the marsh has in store and the sad watch like rats watch gold watches and stop
Grandfather tells a long time.
Listen to the click!
You may learn a tock or two in the bush.
zoom swish by
An arrow pierces the heart of time along the same line as the pools filling with blood.
Tell me, stranger, why don't you look at me?
I see you growing beneath the surface, there... You're blossoming up like a welt, a cyst ready to pop!
, but I keep running as I'm folding life in on itself
Hamburger or hotdog, either way - I won't let you see what I wrote inside.
I take it down the hallway and into my bedroom. I collapse inward, a book's pages eating its own binding, chewing on hollow spines, and synthetic adhesives.