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mirage of dreams
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Date Posted: 14:24:20 08/09/02 Fri
.|.hmm, decision be mine...all mine. what t' do? ponders for moment, enveloped within sea's wrath o' thought. masked creature quickly slithers t' window, blemishing th' wood with more nails. placing more boards 'pon th' ones that were already there. candle ignites, walls littered with crimson writing. alone. trapped. disguise. bleeding. flooded. abandoned. no one. r'turns back t' reality, leaving b'hind th' masked thing that lies 'neath th' layers o' skin. lantern's cast out t' sea. decision reached. stands next t' body that stretches t'ward snow-globe's end, arms and fingers uncurled and reaching as far as possible. unraveled thorn swivels, silently listening t' th' birds o'erhead, th' salted water crashing 'gainst shore and rigid rocks. where else is there left t' go? my grave? ooo, goodie, can't wait to see what that looks like. slithers forth, two-beat tempo exerting, pelt rippling as waves o' muscle show through. mug tucks t'ward chest then tosses t'ward snow-globe. pretending, make-believe, no one has to know th' pain i suffer. lights a torch and lowers it to dying candles, r'newing th' flame. candles brightly flickering, cracking and snappling as wood burns. caged "house" burns, ash carried 'way by th' wind. rusted bars, th' structure, only thing left. poof. everythings perfect, for i'm living in a dream. trapped in this snow-globe. hmm, perfection indeed. smirk b'gins t' form, quickly fading 'way. there are many ways t' hide, this is but one o' them. slithers t'ward salted water, razors sinking 'nto soft flesh. mug lowers, inspection. salted intoxications drift 'nto nares, quiet snort 'rupting. i may be aging, but i'm not dead yet. make th' most o' things, indeed i will. crania quickly rises, thorn swiveling back, other for'ard. rolls back 'pon haunches, fores claw then tuck. crania tosses, landing with a thud. pelt ripples 'pon contact with earth, mangled tresses catching flight momentarily, shuddering. stands quite a ways 'way from others, watching closely for moment. alive. launches forth, limbs quickly stretching and pulling, movement merging. tendrils catch flight, yet 'gain, fore tendrils plastered t' thorn. piercing scream 'mits. stretching till limit is reached. quickly reaches th' rest, hind appendages buckling slowly, sliding forth t' stop. nares dilated, breathing rushed. ah, but we all are kids at heart. if i'm going to pull this off, better make it good. crania tosses yet 'gain, snort 'rupting. thorns quickly swivel. ah, but death hasn't shed 'pon me yet.|.
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