Ramble On

It's a girl! Fishpond grounding flounder in somersault victory. Dull
rumble and gross pound in field reams. SO, we meet. Hands in hands,
palm up moist damp hot. Shiny silky green and gold, red gold and water.
Four cubes of melted ice, four decaying corpses, eight months of pain
and lies. Gulp head swim, bright dream of silent fishes. Bubbling water
and silent fishes.

Walking slow, through grass and reed, through dew and rain, through
tears and laughter. Green floating in dark water, gold surface and
spit. Moment blast forward, water bloat and writhe speckled night.
Flash pain sounding in whisper in secret. Focus burn, focus break and
bend, slight grin drench flame. Ripe and red small berry pout, sad and
small and whisper. Circles of sound flesh waiting, flanked in golden
embers. Pushed back, behind, circles of sound. Whipped across the table
top, beneath the table leg, below the ground. Tied and whipped, limp
and golden, floating in the muddy water. Waiting fences and smoldering
light, pounding pounding through the night. Waiting pressing beneath
the windows, trees and rain and distant moonlight. Old names
remembered, burnt and golden, swimming in the fishpond. We are all
swimming in the fishpond, looking up at the humans, the killers the
terror, looking up at the monsters with crumble odor salty
remnants.

Rock. Grey. Water rock. Flat hard stones. White plastic. Warm sun.
Poison in red, dull red capsules, lying on the ground, on the flat hard
stone. Scurry scrabble scratchy creature, nibble twitcher, scribble
shredder. Rustle rustle fumble flurry, twitchy whisker, twitchy
tumbler. Round and round and round and round, fluorescent nightmare
turns forever. Turning spinning rattle rumble, on forever, turn
forever. Nightmare hides in musty crumble, pulpy fragments shredded
innards. Love in cages, love in tunnels, squeezed and prodded, fingers
nibbled. Hidden from the world outside us, hidden deep within the
basement. In the attic, beneath the skylight, in the cupboard, in the
closet.

Just bits of old paper. Multicoloured excuses. Walls covered in pain.
Twisting turning mounting climbing, past death and guilt, past burning
sorrow. Towards the terror, the light the comfort. Soft and sleepy,
tired and lonely, broken pillows painful posture. Hidden in the darkest
corner, pain forgotten, pain unspoken.

Just bits of old paper. Given taken, gifts of lies.