In loving memory of my RIP-ing heart, this shall be posted. It had been gathering dust on file somewhere, but as it is a holly-day, then here I post this, in honor of that pagan mating ritual celebrated today, throughout the depressing as fuck-ridden world we live in. Happy VALEN-tines.
(FYI: this is rough. inspired by guess who. bet you can't. although, wouldn't be surprising seeing as how it's MY style, not his)
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"Broke"
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Think about this for a second.
Just a second. A tiny little moment, a crack of time and sound. Like a bang. Or a boom.
Small and quick and simple.
Now picture it. That thing that keeps you up. Makes you toss and turn. Makes you want to dream longer. Makes you loath to awaken.
Makes the colors move behind your eyes. Makes them come alive.
Until they're something else entirely. Not just a thought, but a thing. Not just a wave, but a person. A some-thing, a some-one.
A time and a place.
She's burned into your mind. Or that place, it nags at your insides. Your stomach just dropped. Sharp pain in your gut, like a roller coaster. You just went down. Didn't want to, but did at the same time.
That's it. Very good. You know what I'm talking about now. It's right there. Illuminated.
You're burning now. The crack, the bang, the tick-tock of echoing water-drops at the back of your every waking thought. Al-ways.
Don't lie. You see it.
Think again. Is it yours yet? Got that pretty little picture?
Al-most.
(Maybe) You can nearly feel it, taste it, touch it. It's within your trem-bling fingertips it's so close.
Maybe not.
Maybe it's such a dream, you daren't even write it down, daren't even let this little crack of light and sound cross your mind. Maybe it keeps it's weak, dying self hidden away within the recesses of your terrified mind, of your wretched, aching soul.
Maybe your heart dies with it day by day, starving like a sickly little child. Maybe the child is you.
Bang.
It flickers. The colors are moving quickly now.
We don't do stop motion here.
We do life motion.
Crack.
Flicker. There it is again, that memory. Hold on to it, for one day it'll cost you your life. Keep it alive.
Fan the flame.
Turn back.
Flip the page.
Open the door.
Bat the axe.
Go down the rabbit hole.
It won't hurt.
It'll keep you alive.
It'll fuel your fire.
Just a snap.
Anything else will release the flood.
But not this.
Play it again.
Repeat. Restart.
Re-gur-gi-tate.
Click.
Tick.
Drip.
Just another spoonful of sugar.
Makes the medicine go down.
In an oh-so-frightful way.
Ok.
Now stop.
Keep at that there long enough and you just might make it out alive.
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-Property of NV, VIOLENCIA Y VALENTIA SANGRIENTA PERJUDICADA LLAMADA NICO-LE. MI-O UNICO, CONSTRUIDA DE ESTA MENTE, MIERDA DE CEREBRO QUE NO SABE HACER NADA NI CONTSTRUIR NADA, SOLAMENTE HABLAR Y DECIR Y MANDAR Y MATAR COSAS EN SU MENTE. Y EN SU CORAZON DE VIOLETAS ROJAS E AZULES ULTRAMARINAS.
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