Grendels Avenue TwoClick. Just before he knew what was happening, the door closed behind him. It seemed like more of a slam in the silence, but truly it was a very light click of the door. Echoing and clinging to the drum in Charlie's ear, he reached his hand to his forehead, momentarily in pain. Pain, was it? Or perhaps simply
.difference. Could silence? Dark, render pain? He hadn't thought so before, but there was an awful feeling in his gut, and he rationalized pain even though he couldn't technically feel at the moment. Not in this dark and especially not in knowing that it was the choice, his own, that brought him here. A game, he thought. He just w
Burning paperBut in the flames I laughThe blood of passion and inspirationIs already gone, burned away.I wrote in it.And you burned my pages.
Re-JoyceI.When I was a mere,Freckled child,Ms. Lulu--without my consent--TOOK me to the stars.Inflating my expectations in the opposite sex.II.NEVER again,will I be the girl whocleans up suicides of EGOISTStrying to claim what is mine.Re-Joyce,Re-Joycefor the womb begets runawaysand births catatonic deaths.III.The smell of sugar when it meets a hammerfoments the Chiropractic Instigatorwho builds (involuntarily)the tactile tyranny.IV.My heart's a blue apple,my blood a bile worm.An Eden-Prospect,but shaped her rectangular--a four-stop EXCESS.V.To ALIENATE is different than ABSENCE.