CessA Story by Nicky BooOne night
The beats banged and the crowd bubbled.
A welcome attack of coloured lights and noise. he began to let himself go. Open up, he said. Let the moment in, he tried. A tricky mouse in a wild net of spider traps. The alcohol slipped in. More and more, louder and louder, bigger and bigger... then the skin. Beautiful. Soft and moving like snake belly. Such a sweet slide into slime, ego vomit and retarded things. He wore the corroded designs and the poisons leaked in. A gentle mix of stirring liquids identified as feelings, he wished he could bin. A spastic dance of descent. An outrage of behaviour he never knew was sin. A girls rejection, he doesn't understand. A swirl of thought that destroys the truth. A mirror that reflects back a blur. A night of lessons he wants to ignore. A subtle package of fear left at his door. All he has now is the mix of poisons he refuses to drink. But what should be done? What is the answer to this undefined question? On the Inside, words are useless and images spin. He prays the shower can wash away all that's been. © 2013 Nicky Boo |
StatsAuthorNicky BooBoosbeck, Cleveland, United KingdomAboutI am professional illustrator, but write in my spare time and hope to be published one day. more..Writing
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