Gray pieces of paper. Warped designs.
Angry teachers. Angry parents. Constant barrage of voices. Internal. External. Eternal.
Thick clots in a pool. Muscle Tension. Crushed nerves. Endings somewhere on the lake. Speeding highway. Translucent thoughts. City lights. Suburban rights. Lost ways.
Welcome home.
balance acts made of synthetic proteins
mushed together into a cacophony of
different preservatives holding it all together
and yet falling apart quicker than
ham on rye with a side of potassium 44
Kitchen. Knife. Darkness. Rustle. Subtle sarcasm. Outrage. Curse.
Voodoo. Prayer. Fingers. Bandage.
Bleakness. A cut here. A cut there. Blood and more blood. Constant stream. Scream. Searing flesh. A thump in the darkness. A whistle in the great beyond.
But the moments gone.
Try again.
Fred Aiken Writing 