thisdarkdecrepithouse

[thisdarkdecrepithouse]

[thisdarkdecrepithouse]

[thisdarkdecrepithouse]

[thisdarkdecrepithouse]

[thisdarkdecrepithouse]

[thisdarkdecrepithouse]

[thisdarkdecrepithouse]

[thisdarkdecrepithouse]

Suspension.

A cycle without displacement

Choice weighs several thousand tons

Hanging on the shoulder by spaghetti-thin straps

with teeth that draw blood.

Agonizing over every step only to tumble,

earning wounds that make even Jack and Jill wince,

and Humpty Dumpty thank his luck

and the old man in goosey goosey gander rub his back with gratitude.

[thisdarkdecrepithouse]

The first time I learnt about photosynthesis

They simply said plants use sunlight to make food

So my mind imagined a large cooking pot hidden in the leaves

the rest were vague and unaccounted for

[thisdarkdecrepithouse]

I'm burning like paper, burning higher and higher

Within there's a kicking and screaming

Far away cries gradually going fainter

Voices ground to fine dust

Ashes floating off free

Where does it begin?

When does it end?

No answer.

[thisdarkdecrepithouse]

Madness

Have you ever laughed so hard the corners of your mouth bled

and your throat was raw

so hard it carved your face with hideous lines

in the dark where you couldn't see your hand in front of your face?

[thisdarkdecrepithouse]

Stars sparkle in the twilight sky

I stretch out to pluck them out of the hulking darkness

The lights fizzle in my palm like infantile dreams

Watching them sets my heart at ease

The world spins so fast, it's all I can do to keep my feet

But those flinching lights suspended in the sky

anchor my soul to a realm more concrete than the physical:

The world of dreams

Hopefully my restless mind finds repose in the garden of orphan stars.

[thisdarkdecrepithouse]

He lived within a mental sphere, suspended in almost stationary time. Sometimes, when he chose to take a look outside, he gawked incredulously at the time-shaped reality without. After slathering the truth with an adequate layer of prejudice until he was satisfied, he returned into his mental bubble.

Inside it, though, he didn't have room to stretch; his body was always folded up: knees to chest, back hunched, toes curled. Time hadn't moved there for a very long time. The view, unchanged for years, had accumulated a film of soot.

Whenever the need dictated, he left the bubble. The world possessed a piercing, blinding brightness outside. And every sort of evil solidified out of thin air to hunt him. His presence was also very light, his footprints faint—when he left any at all. The only time he achieved a sort of agency, a control over himself was along the borders of sleep and reality, when a frail barrier of cobwebs separated his senses from the time-shaped world. It was then his footprints were strongest.

[thisdarkdecrepithouse]

I obtained awareness in the dark deep earth,

at least that's how it felt, enclosed within the earth's bosom.

At the time many started for the summit from ground level,

I was busy clawing my way up out of my dark earthen tomb.

[thisdarkdecrepithouse]

Please speak it gently

Keep it simple

I want to understand

[thisdarkdecrepithouse]

If I closed my eyes, light would still be shining.

If I stopped, the earth would continue spinning.

If I died, life would still thrive.

Nothing ever began and nothing will ever end with me, except me.

[thisdarkdecrepithouse]

I'd stepped on a nail

A rusty dusty old nail

I panicked but I took a shot

I'm fine but the bone in my left arm rings

It rings at a terribly low frequency

When I press my ears to it I hear these sounds

Indecipherable, unintelligible, chitinous chitters

All the way from Mars.