Everybody Talks 19

I won’t tell a soul, I promise. But yeah well bitch, the second I tell you, the next will be spend finding the closest ear to whisper it in. And those whispers will be whispered into another ear and from there into another and so on until it becomes a game of Chinese whisperers. They all start with the same string that slowly and rather casually knits with the rest and forms a thread. A long thread that stretches across a series of threads, but out of place, it is indifferent - an outlier, an imperfection that spoils the whole sequence. The stain sets off a domino that spills over on a mass level into a volatile region that now erupts with conflict. It pounds down on to the Imaginary bond of trust that. Blood oozes from the pores, internal bleeds require patches, and it slowly begins. The fortress starts to self-destruct, it falls week on its knees, it crashes into the ground, and it crumbles into fine dust. Red droplets accumulate into widespread bloodshed.  It multiplies into a double, then a triple, and finally a quadruple; a ripple effect. It produces these echoes that resonate through empty space as it plays by the ear. Here and back again, start with a tinge of white, end with an explosion of black.

Bleeding Love 13

The days are cold living without you. Just want to hear your voice, that’s all I really want. But words come to rest in my veins when I see you. Freeze. Lost in limbo they lose track in free fall. Mishap. Chaos as the natural order ceases to exist. They slowly start to seep back in, the order reverses. It sorely begins to flow back in; a time comes when the body completely fills up. Have to let go. One pinch there and it bursts, viscous bodily fluids scatter all over in ecstasy. Vapors of desire are next, and with qualm they release the buildup. Like a smoke chimney it goes off with the crackles of a thousand balloons at once. Now is the time but just can’t. With dyslexia it may come out wrong. The wrong I can’t afford. I’d rather jump into a bottomless pool. Gradually it starts to pour out, not the words but the soul from one blister - and then the other.  Termites bring forth impalpable pain, with palpitations the body is set to terminate. I can’t control it anymore. Thoughts lost into space, trace back to infinity. Time arrives at zero. Halt. Everything that defines humanity is gone. Words, just unsaid words – the only matter left inside.