Chasing the Collision

Chasing the Collision

 

I can feel fiends and breakaway prisoners gathering behind my Trojan horse eyes with treetop vultures waiting to feed on the unmarked flesh of a helpless denim dove. The dance floor is cratered with bullet holes and pockmarks, our love, a demonic Buddha mask, worn to lure pure blood onto tainted teeth. As my venomous stare locks into yours with no friction, I can see the gates of Hell swing open.  As I watch you sip your chardonnay, the anticipation flows through me; an electrical current. I must admit, it’s nice not to be the only time bomb in this pigeon coupe. I can’t help but wonder which of us will detonate first.

Author's Note

Thanks to Roarke for helping me with the form of this.

Reviews

[roarke]

yeah, helping like a toothache to a headache....

see, I have no problem with this format. Smooth is smooth. The more important question is how does it sound to you?

So you say this is your version of "Love at first sight"?
This is as smooth as 12 y/o scotch.

[Leah]

Smooth, indeed. And the suspense at the end is enticing.

[Divinity Sleeps in This]

This was great, I can sense the urgency and interconnectivity of things in this. The form is perfect for what it is.

1. a demonic Buddha mask
2. Trojan horse eyes
3. of us will detonate first.

This imagery is out and out astounding. The ENDING is beautiful.

[Larry Dyson]

very rich and tapestry like..woven deeply and with wonderous threads od Lust and seduction..old blood.