Sunday, January 15, 2012

The Horror

Sometimes you stumble upon something you wish didn't exist. Your mouth becomes a desert while your heart stops to reassure itself and your mind makes room for the thing you've seen.

A dream? Yes. It must be.

The bile that swells like a yellow tide burns the pink of your stomach that fell to the floor.  This isn't even a nightmare.


Reality relishes the pleasure of suffocating your fantasy.

Sight has no regard for the comfort of denial.

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