Dark Lullabies

Even the most thorough peremptory acquisitions failed to inform the animal laying bloody on the highway of it's eventual fate. Fancy wingtips get muddy when he stomped as he chomped at the bit. Curiously overflowing causeways seemed to fit the decision to flee. Who can see how long until the mind is free of lights with zig-zagging rings of lavender zooming in and out. Out and about legs still feel stout, despite slipping up all the hills carefully.

Unchurned thoughts stew inside of a moonlit lutanist's furrowed brow. Projecting pathways across a myriad of anemic eyeballs even as the sockets squealed like sacrificed pigs. Grumbling murmurs ringing in the chamber. echoes of overused legs consume the hallways but a glimmer is raised. Convinced to stay, new strings attach to the soul like muscles sticking to a bone.

Lullaby liquefied the laborious child. Mild storm when the fever broke, always a joke, do not know when to stop. An expanding ripple tangles feet in the blackness consuming the minutes as if infinite inclinations of the body dissolve. Clinging thoughts cause snarls in every pause of breath, frantic notions are unknowable areas of nightmare beings. No one there to fill the void but the twisting coils un-collapsed always past all ways knowing it is just better to release fully into it. There are no walls to become.

-Ed Tajchman