A pile of wordsand each spoken another collected as the heap began to swayas a body tilted above itlifting a foot and kicking. The words flew spreading about filling the ground with rotted junk and the body sighed in disgust littering more words. Should I pick this upor leave it?It isn’t only my messit wasContinue reading “A pile of words.”
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A gnarl in the carpet.
The carpet was laidperfectly placedand there was a gnarl sticking upand I tuggedbreaking the bond to the floorand I wondered what if I pulled it up entirely and beneath I had seen it the reason it always felt offthe reason the carpet frayedto begin with. There was a small hole in the tile and IContinue reading “A gnarl in the carpet.”
How many arms do we need?
How many arms do we need?If I could add a fewhow many more would I want,a total of six or eight?I could juggle more be of excellence serviceand wouldn’t need any help.Right? Now how do I make them?Is there such a mold or do I have to go from total scratch?Is there some sort ofContinue reading “How many arms do we need?”
Open wide.
She spoke directly looking into her words they listened.“Open wide,even widerthat’s better.”She reached,the latex snatched upon their tongue yanking harder. They spoke often it was nothing but an aggravation she yanked it out with laughter. The tongue turned purpleand shriveled within her hands,poorly made she thought.If only their contractor got in touch with her creatorsheContinue reading “Open wide.”
I may become you.
My brain is what keeps me thinking as mealthough if you hit it just righthard enoughshaking it within its homemaybe cracking off a piece and placing your hands upon itgripping tighter juggling itconfusing italtering ityou’ll change meand then I may become youand I’d no longer think for hoursabout how much I dislike the normbecause theContinue reading “I may become you.”
The word warning written in red.
She envisioned a rather small version of herself shrink and shrink more so small it entered her nostrils venturing further and further.She got to the brain,knocked a few times as she stared at the note on the door.“Out for lunch.”Figures of course it would beher timing was never right. After all that workshe wasn’t goingContinue reading “The word warning written in red.”
A line.
A line was drawn.What side?The bodies scattered,their feet tripping over a chalked line.What side? Their eyes kept searchingtheir hearts were loudand they felt unsure complete uncertainty until they stepped over to familiar faces.This is the placethey kept thinking yea this is the side for me on the other side they met their decision with theContinue reading “A line.”
Every web contains an answer.
If you speak a word to me the webs they activate and I get lost amongst them sorting out details that lack sense towards othersfor me they’re everything. Every moment we wakewe take a breathwe speakevery web contains an answerthat I’m moving towardsand as I do I get stucktrapped in the sticky messof human emotionsContinue reading “Every web contains an answer.”
Beneath the pile.
If I was already dead I wouldn’t be speakingmy eyes wouldn’t be blinking I’m not a ghost whispering in the background while their corpse is rotting within the ground I’m waving in front of youand you’re looking through as if my skin is transparent should my frustration stay dormant no I won’t crawl within aContinue reading “Beneath the pile.”
Sticking corks within the arteries.
They cut open the bodysticking corks within the arteries they tore out a lung replacing it with a balloon and inserted a rather long strawfrom the nostrils all the way down. The artist tug upon the strawthe glue had driedand it was time for the test a deep breath into the strawthe balloons filled itContinue reading “Sticking corks within the arteries.”
Temperamentally Tina 