In the shadows, he stalks his pray
little did the samurai know, this was his last day
this feud has been going on for for years and he traveled for a week.
finally the urge for revenge was at it’s peak
running at fool speed without making a sound
he locked on his target, leaped and spun round and round
in mid air he aimed his sword right in the middle like Thuringia
off with the samurai’s head, he just got fucked up by a ninja
Chatting online – you’re supposed to be kind.
I really thought we were friends…
But invisible attackers on the other end of the line
Make fun of my typing instead.
A ravenous void
It’s infinite nothingness
Ceramic tiles line the walls around me,
Tepid water fills my nostrils.
The air escapes me.
They breathe it in,
Like they breathe my strength, as I lose it.
But the water fills my lungs.
Like I choke on the air that surrounds me.
“Make your choice carefully”
Thrust back into the deep,
Like a tunnel engulfing me.
Like my soul is trying to escape my body.
Like a knife is slicing through me.
It would be a blessing.
Brian sat alone in his apartment. He didn’t mind his lack of social interaction, in fact he fooled himself into thinking he hated it – that was most nights. Tonight is different. He felt something he hasn’t felt in a long time, he felt lonely. He wanted to talk to someone, anyone, anyone besides his cat. As he sat he pondered the past few months, when he didn’t always avoid the real world. Hell, he enjoyed people. But not since his mom’s death has he left his apartment, let alone have the ability to go see his friends who he had bailed on enough they stopped texting. But today was different, today he wanted to be with someone.
Just as he let this thought into his mind, almost as if it was meant to happen, his phone shook and glew, he hadn’t seen it act in such way in weeks. It felt foreign, his heart dropped as he looked, it was a number that he didn’t recognize. He sighed and let it go to voicemail. Shortly after the phone shook again; same number, same tune,but it felt more aggressive. He was surprised, doesnt this person know he hadnt answered calls in a long time? Before he knew it he was on the phone. “Hello?” He said wearily. A low murmur came from the other side, followed by a soft yet grizzled voice of a man ” knock knock Brian” the voice said with a giggle. “Who’s there?” Brian responded regretting following the voices direction “boo” said the voice. ” Boo who” Brian shakily answered, “don’t cry Brian I haven’t even started, see you soon.” The voice chortled.
Brian shaking reached for his green bottle that was filled to the brim with Xanax. He delicately pulls out two bars and pops them in his mouth and washes it down with his flat and warm shit beer. He lays down wishing to forget his weird call, promising to not ever answer to phone again. He closed his eyes hoping to drift off to sleep. After tossing and turnin, it wouldn’t last. Shortly after he was woken by a sudden shooting pain and the warm trickle of blood pouring from his skull. As he woke, his eyes returned to focus, but he could only make out the grin on the figure standing above him. “Knock knock Brian,” the figure said with a gleeful smile. As Brian witnessed the bloody hammer that had finally come into focus come towards him. Brian felt something he hadnt felt since his beloved mother would comfort him as a child. Brian felt peace.
Closing my eyes, I fall
far from reality.
Slipping between parallel universes,
But you can still see my body.
Words come out of my mouth like
Charlie Brown’s teacher.
Silent instructions move
My plastic body.
The act of person reaches
An unobtainable threshold.
Severe concentration deficit,
Food burning on stove.
Only a matter of time.
Viscous water resistance,
My head disappears beneath the Hudson
Held by the invisible attacker
I say to me, stop!
But my body has become
The marionette of my dark soul.