In the place within the place, machinery punctuates the cimmerian countenance of commodious fog.
Crawling, head cast downwards in paltry space, liquid seeping from crimson pores, coincidental direction finds the crack in the wall.
An intricate landscape lies beyond the place; cheerless and cruel, engulfed in sorrow and reverence, still the violation of machinery.
Yet the country is permeated, discarded clumps of hair and teeth a consequence of carriage to the calculated direction of the subsequent crack, buoyancy’s emblem.
The country is permeated, nails and eyelids peeling from their candidates.
In captivity’s embrace, outside the place within the place, the charlatan and the conqueror are punctuated by consummate machinery, and cover their eyes with what remains of their hands.
I didn’t push my face against the window. I didn’t want to. The glass was melting, a steady and deliberate dissolving which would cause my skin to burn, should I have touched it. The slow dissipation of the window caused me to suddenly remember being taught at school that glass was always melting, the faint scent of blancmange still present upon my clothes from the canteen. They told me that glass was liquid. The years would change its shape, alter its form, distort what lay behind it. Outside the sun was shining. For a moment my mind smiled, but my present image remained frozen at the window on the bleak, bleak day. The glass melted now because everything was wrong… not because of its matter, and not because of blancmange, but because the poison rain fell from the sky; from clouds blacker than the scorched bodies which had littered the streets in times past. Darker than night, and more terrifying than anything which had come before. The droplets would fall, dissolving the concrete architecture, ravaging skin. Magnificent flickers of a blue shimmer, leaving behind such fluorescent flowers, such ferocious and beautiful mutations- of pink, and green, and yellow- alive, and dead within minutes. Humanity personified in nature. Continue reading “Something Wrong with Heart”