A Black Ice Millennium

I

In the car, the radio was oozing the rotten secrets of a celebrity monster with too many teeth. You gnawed each festering nugget to its illogical bone core. I was just trying not to get hit by a truck. I had an itch at my kernel which whispered that this rich guy was already dead. And, I had no time to spend on the dead that day. So, we argued about something else; something else which is now dead, too.

 

II

That entire day was a great shadow encased in ice. I remember wanting to change the shape of my entire life so that it would fit more comfortably into your mouth. I was melting fast. The frigid months I've chewed since then have tasted more like a black ice millennium.

 

III

Now that the world has withered, I sit alone with the tattered edges of my soul tucked neatly into my pressed blue jeans. Everybody here laughs at my overly clean manner. The green lighter burns my pink thumb. The brown dope bubbles in the shiny spoon. A toothless universe swallows me whole.

 

IV

We never existed. I was only dreaming of a normal life. Moments of clarity are sandspurs lodged in my digestive tract. The smallest pains are always the hardest to kill. The largest truths are always the hardest to accept.

Reviews

[roarke]

Personification.... ticking time, wasteland eternity, the great collective, unrequited souls still searching for meaning.

we, the mortal individual only gets one chance to "do".... after that, the universe runs the show...... I wonder what happens if we hit "V" and god forbid, "XI"....
Timeless write.

[Robin]

yup ...

[SkinlessFrank]

This hurts to read....like the big one that got away....the one that I wake up each morning thinking about, wondering what if, and where is she now...stunning