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Teeth

I’m staring at the mirror

My fingers lodged well into my mouth

Damn fiddly wiggling thing

I grasp tightly and yank

It hurts

I felt a give and yet

The tooth still holds

I take a slow breath around my hand

And pull again

It hurts

Yet again

More give

But

But the next tooth

I can feel it

Just behind its forthcoming brother

Good to know I won’t be without for long

I grip the counter

And with all my might

Yank

It. Hurts.

Something is wrong

There is flesh

Gums

Clinging to the bottom

Seemingly wrapped around the new tooth

I angle my face

To see inside

And indeed

The old tooth sits atop a bloody mess

I bang the sink and turn on the water

Quick and without hesitation I yank harder still

IT. HURTS.

This is wrong

So wrong

The new tooth

It has come too

Yet more flesh

And another tooth behind it

Now a hanging rope of flesh and teeth

Dangles from my jaw

My eyes water but blink past this pain

I lean closer

But

Something is strange

I’m looking at my eye

There is hate there

Something

Malicious

My fingers grasp and yank

IT. HURTS.

Harder

Again

IT.

HURTS.

I scream

But don’t

My face a stoic visage

Grim determination

I pull

And pull

Endless flesh

And teeth

Ropes and coils of it

On

And on

IT

HURTS

IT

HURTS

IT

HURTS

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Curse

You look from the pane glass

Eyes forlorn and distant

Tracing nothing between the fog

“Oh what a miserable hermit

Oh what a tired old man

If only we could help him

If only he would be helped!”

If only they knew

What you had done

You hold open

Those oak double doors

Courtyard alive with color

Color I shall never again have

No

You stole that from me

You lay in bed

Mind elsewhere

No

I won’t allow this

You must be here

Must stay here

Always aware

Always guilty

I pound upon the walls

You cry

Yes

This is fitting

This is what you deserve

I was never found

I will never leave

And so you’ll stay

Just like me

Your servants whisper

Your friends all gossip

But none know

None can guess

What you did to me

Nor

Will they guess

What I will do to you

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Communion

I arranged it perfectly

My magnum opus

His blood found the cracks

Slipping between the tiles

A bloody tessellation

Then I sat

And played the harp

His final serenade

A lilting dirge

The notes rebounding

Refracting

Multiplying

Fractal melody

The room shimmered

In a strange light

The corners folded

Perpendicular warped

To parallel

There then I communed

With the infinite

Transcending

The Night

When I met her

I knew everything had changed

I was alone

Nursing a shot

The bartender close

Hands shaking

As he poured another

The door was open

I don’t remember it opening

But the night poured in

Cold and windy

Dark and stormy

Framed by streetlight

She wore a dress

Black as sin

Lips layered charcoal

Eyes smokey but sharp

“I’ve come to collect

A few of my things.”

Her voice was low

Sultry

Enticing

I swiveled around

Teeth flashing wolf bright

“A drink or two?”

She smiled back

Oh that smile

A dangerous thing…

“No just a few folks

Who are going my way.”

She clicked her tongue

But seemed to consider

“Maybe just one…”

I looked to the bartender

Whose eyes were wide

And staring at me

“Well? Pour her a drink!”

He stumbled away and left

Through a back door

“Rude…”

I grabbed a glass

Poured one out for her

And she sat down

With some gravitas

I held up my shot

And she, hers

“Sláinte!”

I tipped back

“Sláinte agad-sa…”

Her cool response

Her shot was empty

“So what brings you here?”

I bubbled cheerily

“Like I said

To pick up a few friends

Who are going my way.

I mean in the end

You’re all going my way…”

I paused in pouring

I looked back at the crimson

Splashed over the booths

The tangled limbs

The faces of horror

And gripped the pistol

Which sat before me

“And me?”

She laughed

A laugh like broken glass

A rock through an old house

“Soon

But not yet…”

She drifted from me

All grace

And power

Gently she caressed their faces

Lifting away

Something thin

And whispy

To each one she did this

And I waited

“Well do enjoy your whiskey

And have one for me

Before you call it an evening.”

With that

She left back through the door

Closed already

And the heat suffocating

That was when I met her

Call her what you want

Death

Hades

Valkyrie

I simply call her

The Night

The Fourth Kind

I pressed the door closed

Wood shrieked in protest

They had come finally

To take me where, god knows

I shut my eyes against the effulgent glow

Which pierced the wood of the walls

A warning hum rumbled my chest

Shook the foundation as I screamed

This sound was so entirely consuming

I could not hear my own voice

My hubristic nature had finally caught up

Those demands I sent out

Far and wide to the stars

“Find me.

Take me.”

The minatory response came

“Soon.

Await.”

The strident howl broke me

I collapsed and the door buckled

The light was all consuming

But I simply relaxed

Sighed

And let them take me

This was good

This was right

Sandwiches Aplenty

“The fifth child to go missing

In as many weeks”

I switched off the TV

So morbid

I sat up in the lounge chair

As the door swung open

In waltzed Owen

Smug as always

Tray laden with sandwiches

Cellophane wrapped

One for everyone in the office

I appreciated it

But god was it blatant brown nosing

I took the one proffered to me

Unwrapping with care

No one knows where he got them

Which shop made them

But I have to admit

They had been particularly good

This past month…

Touch

My doctors claim

“A form of Schizophrenia”

But I’m not so sure

Nothing makes it stop

Always I feel it

Always I’m touching it

Everything feels like flesh

From wood to stone to cotton

To fur to steel to glass

That subtle give

The warmth and breath

And water

Oh gods

I cannot begin to properly describe

The slick

Greasy

Coppery

Fibrous

No

No I can’t

And Jesus Christ

RAIN

I shudder to think

For not much longer

Can I bear this hell

The world breathes

And knows of me

And soon I’ll die

And return to its side

For Victor

We were acquaintances at best

A few years ago maybe

We were close enough for friends

So why does your passing

Hurt so much

We hadn’t spoken for awhile

But I’d watched your progress

You became the man

You wanted to be

You fought off cancer

You won

But your lungs

…

I hope you can breath easy now

You were a beautiful man

And we all miss you dearly