For someone I don’t much care for anymore.
I bleed Smoke from my hands, the substance of magic I live off of now, as if it were natural. I’m standing on a rooftop like some moronic Batman, in my full metal armor that gives like clothes, yet will withstand a bullet. On my arm, underneath the armor, are tally marks counting down the days I have left until I die. I am caught between ruining the life of the one I love and death. My name is Silas Colt, and this is my side of this story.
Series so far:
Pilot: Count to Ten and This Will All be Over: A Part B Part
Episode two: One to Three A Part B Part
Episode three: For Five and Six A Part
Photo credit: Ditzyblondegirl
I’m the kind of poet to rip his chest open and never stop, watch rib bones spin like tops. Oh yeah, I bleed a lot. But what am I supposed to do when the blood stops? Continue reading “Go on”
Grace me while I lay on this bed. Place me in your heart as I rest my head. Continue reading “Grace Me”
Caution! Person contains lithium battery, do not tamper with or touch! Continue reading “Lithium Battery”
I was a sad little mental patient just trying to get help. Maybe if I came here with track marks instead of little cut marks, then I would be treated better. Continue reading “Clinic Part two”
I was so nervous to go to the clinic that the night before I cut myself so deep I could see the stark white connective tissue of my arm. Continue reading “Clinic: Part One”
She rode the wind like a motorcyclist rides the curves of a rural road. Continue reading “Wind Down the Slope”
Flay me, please maybe, display me on a tray. Continue reading “Maybe”
Stumbling spoken trash that you wear around like a Miss America sash. Continue reading “So sorry I’m sour”
The sun is falling quickly in the sky.
“The Swamp King would like to meet with you,” the Ogre says as we stand in an alleyway of old Seattle behind the shop.
“The Swamp King? I’m not familiar with that royalty. Why would he want to meet with me?” I ask. The Smoke is long gone. Continue reading “Taken by Dark Episode two: One to Three: B Part”
I used to dream of wonderful things. Continue reading “Dreams”