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Neglected Plaything
01:21
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Dust-covered puppet, long forgotten,
Dragged into the light.
Slack strings pulled taut, scream under the strain.
Jerking and jittering, joints stuck and scraping,
Wide grin flaked and fading,
Jester’s cap askew, bells jangling discordantly.
The selfish hand above, spastic and flailing.
A string snaps, a limb dangles uselessly
But still the puppet is forced to twist and gyrate,
Madly dancing to a tuneless melody,
Faster and faster, twitching and writhing
For an idiot’s entertainment, until,
On a whim, the game is over
And it is thrown into the dark once again.
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Succession
01:57
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𝄆 A young man and an old man walk along a beach,
They pause beneath a manchineel tree.
Black ocean laps the shore.
The young man plucks a fruit.
The young man eats the fruit,
Then tears open the old man's abdomen.
White sand stretches on.
The old man dies.
The young man spits the stone into the corpse.
From steaming entrails, a boy forms.
Yellow sun burns overhead.
Time ebbs and flows.
The young man becomes old,
The boy becomes a man.
Red clouds loom on the horizon.
The tree blossoms. 𝄇
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Chaser
02:55
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Their hand stops shaking
As they prepare a drink.
They pour a perfect measure almost automatically,
In one clean, well-practiced motion.
They close their eyes as they sip,
Take a deep breath,
Swallow,
Then exhale in a long, slow sigh.
Warmth spreads slowly across their features.
Their face relaxes, the lines fade,
A countenance that was hard and stern
Morphs into one of welcoming joviality.
What was hidden is now revealed.
Bitterness is replaced with revelry,
Things previously dismissed are encouraged,
The night seems endless with possibility.
They are transformed.
In their ebriety
They enjoy a fleeting moment
Of pure, unbridled joy.
This too though, fades.
Left behind is something worse than before:
Their expression is more fierce,
Their voice now snaps and barks.
Kindness has become emptiness,
Enthusiasm has been snuffed out.
Their eyes have darkened, their shoulders slump.
Their body has aged terribly within moments.
They are dejected and broken,
A child’s toy when the key has wound down.
They turn away; dismissive, cold and silent.
Their hand begins to shake once more.
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Walls
02:58
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A sealed chamber,
The walls quiver.
Soft, warm, dimly translucent.
Lights and shadows play across the surface.
All external sound is muffled
Yet vibrations pulse throughout.
Cyclical polyrhythms throb and resonate,
Gurgling fluids seep and flow.
300 days of solitude,
300 nights of dreaming,
Aimless and adrift.
The walls tremble and close in.
The air is dry, stale.
Small, cold lights buzz and flicker above.
Cacophonous drones reverberate
Through every surface.
Straight-edged walls, floor and ceiling.
Rough, hard, angular.
There are openings
Through which I can travel.
There are multiple rooms, many rooms, a labyrinth of rooms.
All uniform and grey,
Repeating endlessly.
I travel for years and arrive nowhere.
A world with no walls.
Light and warmth radiate from above.
Air blows freely, carrying sweet scents.
The only sounds are pleasant rustlings, distant and gentle.
Underfoot is cool, firm but yielding,
From it sprouts a floor of softness.
I dig my hand into the ground.
Inviting. I dig further down.
I carve my own walls,
Create my own room, then
Pull the excavated ground atop myself.
Here I will stay.
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5. |
What Life, a Shadow?
02:38
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What life, a shadow?
To be irrevocably tethered,
Imprisoned and ignored;
An unwilling mimic
Dragged along and forced to perform
A pantomime of emotions.
You give the illusion of interaction
Yet feel nothing.
Worthless blotch, have you desires
That cannot be expressed?
Animated stain, have you needs
That cannot be fulfilled?
Appearing unbidden
And being silently banished
Without fanfare, without notice.
You are powerless.
You lonely phantom,
Drifting through others
As they drift through you,
Voiceless and intangible.
You of no substance,
What would you do
If one day you were made flesh,
Able to express?
Would you share the rage
of being silently entombed,
Or the beauty of the ephemeral
And the transient?
Oh! But I have babbled
Too long on this foolish topic,
Your existence is no concern of mine,
For you are nothing.
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6. |
It's Always There
02:31
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Writhing insidiously
In every fold of your brain,
Seething maliciously
In every breath from your lungs,
Oozing dangerously
In every pulse from your heart,
Thrashing wildly
Against your very soul.
Formless, ever-changing,
It is teeth and claws, tentacles and eyes.
It is rage, weakness and pain;
It is impulse, urge and desire.
Suppressed but always present,
Rotting, fermenting, seeping, spreading;
It sleeps and dreams dark dreams
That worm into your waking thoughts.
Whispering suggestions of lust,
Encouraging fits of gluttony,
Demanding acts of violence;
Eventually, you will succumb.
Obey it and it feeds.
Feed it and it grows.
Its whispers become shouts,
And you become its plaything.
Your wretched shell,
Now a mere puppet,
Can only watch
As its dark fantasies are indulged.
It releases you
Into misery,
And gleefully observes
The desolation it has wrought.
Greedily it laps up
Your regret,
And gorges itself
On your anguish.
Temporarily sated,
Coiled in shadow once more,
It bides and slumbers.
It knows it won’t have to wait long.
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Pinion Norwich, UK
For the isolated and the outsider. Exploring the dark, within and without.
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