Face Me

November 21, 2009

In the mornings where the moon fails shining, or on your own terms. I will not easily be erased or eliminated, temporarily circumvented at best. I am a creeping pestilence that will taint and turn your blood sour as winged maggots come to consume you. I am a decaying corps dreaming of a way out, leaning on stilts and riding unicycles through your sleeping years. Your rotting memories are transmorphing into cheerily over saturated undertones that vaguely cover the gloom that slipped under your regretted yesterdays. I am, have become, a wind blown rickety picket sign stabbing deeply into the icy earth of your defaced self centered dementia. I am the undead brain spasm that will convulse you into a convoluted lack of delusion. You will fuck me in silent nightmares and awake screaming and impregnated by the deformity of my triumphant will. This is not a reflected metaphor, I mean all of this literally. Someday somewhere you will wake up and I will be sitting serenely on the edge of your bed. My mouth will slowly turn cheek-ward and my smile will become your horror as you erupt inwardly by the pain of your own ignorance. This is not a test or a day dream, the something coming for you is so far beyond your conception that your fathom will fail and die a shrieking death of impunity. I am your death bed, and for you I lie waiting.


Long long ago in a deep darkly wooded forrest, a young rabbit girl was on a journey to find some poison berries. This was of course, when the rabbit and wolf peoples of the earth where dominant species. On her way to a particular stretch of wood where the rare poison berries grew abundantly at that time of year, the rabbitress was spotted by a fiercely strapping and viscously cunning wolf boy, now waking from a short spell of hibernation and achingly hungry. Quiet and cautiously he stalked her on her path, drawing near and nearer to her as she trod hopingly along the forrest floor. As he stalked closer and closer he became more and more enchanted with the quirks of her merry bunny way, singing to herself quietly and jumping merrily with her fluffy bunny bottom shaking adorably behind her as she went. He prowled and stalked, closer and closer until anti-climactically he howled out rather shyly, “pardon me miss, do you know the time of day per chance?” In a sudden move to make small talk as apposed to devouring her. She looked up at the sun to check the time, confused and rather taken aback by his sudden emergence from the wood, but as she looked back to him she became entranced by the handsome lack of ferociousness in the charming look he gave her. Forgetting his question she respond timidly, “excuse me”, he then burst forth with some meaningless small talk about the great abundance and variety of mushrooms abound in the forrest that year. Before the two of them knew what had happened they had fallen madly in love, and tried desperately to conceive a child together out of the immense adoration that without warning had befallen them, being only slightly saddened by the lack of conception. Their love for each other was so grand and profound that soon all the other bunny and wolf peoples got wind of their great and epic love for each other, and began more commonly seeking out such previously unthinkable relations. Specialty establishments began popping up all over the forest, catering specifically to this new niche of singles night life. Eventually it seemed, the trend grew so common for bunny and wolf peoples to mate, despite the obvious lack of offspring, that to see a bunny with a bunny or a wolf with a wolf, was considered ultra passe and unfashionable, and as the years went by a general decline in the genetic diversity required to continue each species as such occurred, so they slowly devolved into what we now know as the common bunny and wolf. Though every now and then in the declining forests, one will see a bunny and a wolf getting on rather oddly well, and those in the know smile at the remembrance of the old wives tale about the great love between the bunny girl and the wolf boy.