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Fade Away

Fade Away

Fade away:
Another page in life’s book
Flipped by celestial fingers.

Fade away:
This uncontrollable fate
Closed to the past.

Fade away:
Whilst still I might bear it
Without recriminations.

Fade Away:
A new year pulses
Behind these eyes.

Fade away:
Say goodbye,
For I’ll never see you…

Again.

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Cometh the Rain (Part 2)

img-alternative-textI had thought nobody capable of such a relentless barrage of inspiration. He cajoled and reaffirmed, appraised and approved, all us little people grateful for his attentions. In time, we came to demand his praise as if he was some minor deity on an undeniable upward curve to God, who in his so doing would drag us with him to incredible new heights. All the while, the sun smiled down. All the while, it burnt us.
He showed us his blueprints written in elegant script and full of every conceivable detail. We smiled and cheered; I even bought him a drink. Not one of us understood them. Not one of us had a clue as to what the sum of the whole would accomplish. Yet our messiah was a humble man and claimed he did it all for mankind’s betterment, that one day we’d sit by new rivers together and raise a toast to nimbus skies. Who could argue with that kind of humility?
I was sold. We were sold. Never once did we question him.
To Be Continued…

Disassembling A Dream

Disassembling A Dream

’There’s bills to pay.’
’I know.’
’I’m not sure you do. You can’t look out of the window all your life dreaming that the glass will clear.’
’I know.’
’Money! The world is coloured green. You’ve got to have money to live, even to breathe. If you don’t get yourself out there, you’ll starve.’
’I know.’
’Is that your answer to everything? Don’t you know anything else? And stop looking out of that glass, I’ve told you.’
’I’m not looking.’
’You are.’
’I’m not.’
’Then what are you doing?’
’Just recalling a time when there wasn’t any glass at all.’

Over Shade and Shadow

Over shade and shade we ploughed our lonely furrows. We travelled at night when the dark ones were least prevalent, when the universe swallowed them and hid them away. They couldn’t touch us then though I often heard their skittering, ebony talons tickling the ruined forest floor. We prayed for the moon to stay hidden behind the storm clouds, the intermittent lightning making us cringe in its stead. This was how we moved. This was how I made my way home to you.

The grasslands were a welcome break from the giant, decrepit trees. The shadows were there, of course they were, but governed by the trails they cast, their willowy fingers in direct mimicry of the fronds that fluttered around us, they were too weak to harm. They tried though. Oh, how they tried!

The mountains appeared along the horizon like the razor-toothed saw I’d left behind with half-eaten sandwich; we only carried the bare minimum speed being essential. Soon the massif threatened, then loomed, then engulfed. And even though I knew you and the other women just a slab of granite away, I like the others, trembled. We forgot the mountains cast the broadest shadow of all, a world of obliterated light.

The others pretended it would be like the night, that the shadows couldn’t touch us if swallowed by the greater whole. I argued them wrong, but they shouted me down. Exhausted, they waited, whereas I would not. I pressed on into the sliding shade, the sun slipping ever lower against the highest peaks. I ran.

I ran and clambered, struggled and ran again. Over gaping crevasses like ogres’ maws, climbing sheer cliffs slick like a mermaid’s slimy skin, I moved like a man possessed; I was a man possessed.

As the world around me grew darker, I smiled. I’d made it, the mountaintops in sight. I burst onto the plateau like a cheetah ready to bite its prey. That’s when I realised my mistake. Right there and then, as our house was almost close enough to pluck from the horizon, the sun sinking behind the distant ocean and casting the longest shadows of all, they took me. One, a gnarled oak limb, strangled. Another, a pile of rocks, lumpy and squat, pinned me to the ground. The others, the shadows of eagles, shades of hidden pinnacles and ever more took their revenge upon another man. That’s all I was to them just another.

They tore me to pieces as we’d torn their world, nature and all, into a billion shreds of what it should’ve been. I knew the world’s hurt then, and though it pained me to admit, I wished they’d tortured me more. I’d have deserved it. We all would.

The End.

Blood

Blood

There is blood in the air and fear on the streets, the city reeks of it. I bathe in this feral disruption like all predators must; it does no good to show fear in the face of the enemy. Society pools about me in terror and tainted thoughts, I smile politely at each in turn. This is not how it should be. This is not right.
The sun tips a few more degrees to port unleashing its crimson juices upon the universe. I watch through darkened goggles whilst other eyes fry even enjoying the view. It is not often one witnesses one’s own demise and certainly not in slow motion.
Blood. It reminds me of blood pouring away from a once live host. Our sun is dead but just doesn’t know it. I am dead but just don’t know it.
Why cast my thoughts into a temporal bubble and set them loose on the oceans of time? Perhaps a warning? Perhaps a lie? You don’t know me. I could be mad? Then again, what if I’m not?
I fade away with a crimson smile. Goodbye, my friends. Goodbye.
The End.

Wasted (Micro-Fiction)

We lived beneath the piled trash skyscrapers. Antlike, generations of our families had carved their own spaces into the towering structures, into every nook and cranny, every subterranean hole; we dared not build above the waste. Eking out a living, we lived like the rats we’d replaced scurrying around without real purpose just trying to survive. Some said, what a waste of a world. I said, what a world we’d wasted.