S.I.CK. 3

A draft or the beginning of one

    The sun is Pterodactyl in my sky, menacing and hungry. I slide my hands between my legs and read the wall.

 

WHo is the purveyor of your lament?

Who decides what you resent?

With languid eyes turned to the skies,

another sin your soul repents.

 

Yeesh

"May I have a word?"

"A word? How about...'f**k'?"

"Heh, you're funny,  funny guy."

I turn to look at him, my jurassic friend, peeking around his ears, blinds me .

"May I-"

"Have a seat."

 

So many questions later he is beneath my fist.

I am screaming HELPME, HELP ME GODDAMNIT!

 

he does.

Shows me things, needed things, necessary movements.

 

...Believe in the Lord your God, and you shall be established, Believe in His prophet and you shall prosper.

2chronicle 20:20

 

I see perfectly clear. My eyes are laser scopes and their number a phosphorescent target atop their heads.

Author's Note

first draft

Reviews

[kym820]

All I can say is, "WOW." Very powerful.

[Clarisse Nanoit]

Wow... What the heck? This is so crazy, but so awesome. I have NO idea how this ties in with anything, but it makes me wanna know more, HAVE to know more. Wow. Leaves me unsettled and unsatisfied. EXPAND before my life ends. lol
KH