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an old man, standing on the other side of a field
talking with his hands

(a gun in his hands)

twin stars...blinking

(imploding?)

no...just flickering


i saw a figure in the distance

sniffing his allergy medication

the pills...crushed

sand between his lips,
saturn below the eyes

silver skin...he had a syringe filled to the brim
with adrenaline
to give to his pseudo-girlfriend

his toy the body of a statue

(a comet?)

yeah...a comet

dangling from the stairs

(what was she wearing?)

...a dark black mask, and maybe a wig

(what about her clothing?)

...no clothing, just a mask, to keep the light in

(in where?)

i could tell it was a wig because she used to be a blonde
the wig was blonde too but it didn’t quite fit the shape of her head

(are you sure it was a wig?)

it was a perfect guise

her nipples were so thick

i could almost taste the blood dripping from her wrist

(the blood...)

he stood over her with a knife,....and a rope

there was so much sweat rolling down his face, sand in his hair

(in his eyes?)

stop that

(what?)

he’s prying her mouth open...

oh, not again...not again...

(what are you seeing?)

[methodical sobbing] the faces...whispering to her...


there was something clutched in his hand

(what was it?)

a mosquito

(mosquito?)

his arm was a butterfly net and he’d snagged a mosquito

(he’d shot it with the gun)

exactly...

and he held the mosquito up to the light,
in the last hour of the night,

(the eleventh...)

and the mosquito looked at him, with its beady eyes

and he put it in his mouth

(oh?)

because it was part of her, it was her blood

(she was made of metal)

and he looked at her, with his beady eyes

(teary eyes?)

yeah...maybe they were eyes after all...staring at her darkness

(carcass)

and he raised the gun again,

(because he was going to murder her)

no...

because she was about to murder him,

and that was when i spotted the ancient figure
in the distance,

the old man,
standing on the other side of a field

talking with his hands,

amending with his hands.




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