yeah, sure, whatever. you can associate me with some kind of magical sign.
but rules are rules: i get to define what the sign is.
i won’t be as basic as the black cat was about his sign. there are more entertaining ways to make you uncomfortable. (hey, i’m a cat. what do you expect?)
here’s your dumb little sign: whenever someone sees my shadow, that means they’re trying to fabricate an interesting experience for attention.
have fun posting about that on social media. ha!
he wraps cold coils around your shoulders, believing they’ll hold you safely in place
while he unravels his organs to wrap and warm your shivering bones
though they’re not shivering with cold, as they seem
let alone any cold that could be warmed by the cruel unraveling of a soul at its own merciless hands
but until the bones can cease to tremble, on and on the string is pulled
woven of sinew, muscle, pain and fear
stretching on for miles and years
the story of a life in an endless strand of flesh—
a story you must now protect.
what functions have been sourced beyond you
buried under misplaced trust?
every rule laid out before you:
what you should and what you
everyone that came before you
built their cities on this crust
now their roads and towns define you—
they demand that you adjust.
we watch for potholes in the road
and every time, avoid them
and at each curve our pace is slowed
to cleanly steer along them
we neatly stay within the lines
and never veer across them
avoiding tickets, tolls and fines
by knowing what will cause them
we drive so safely, and so well—
a pity this road leads to hell.
the line won’t break unless you think it might.
so just don’t.
you might think it’s possible that you’ll think it might.
then it definitely will.
definitely don’t wonder if you might think you might wonder if the line might break.
in that case, you may as well just take scissors to it directly.
this is a love letter to you.
nobody can read it, and i have no way to prove that that’s really what it even is.
i wasn’t even thinking about you when i wrote it.
i was probably thinking about me, if i’m to be perfectly honest.
but that doesn’t matter. because you’ll feel better if you can convince yourself that it’s a love letter to you.
if you do, and if it is, then you’ll get what everyone is looking for.
you’ll feel loved.
once you feel all the love you need to feel, then maybe you’ll even be able to read it.
i wonder what it says.
oh, that’s you?
i didn’t know you were trapped inside a fake body.
i didn’t know that when you waved the rubbery arms
you were trying to show how you were buried in there.
i thought you just had an awkward way of waving hello.
i thought that carcass of a body was really yours.
i thought you were sad and clumsy.
but now i see you.
that’s not you at all.
let’s get you out.
the weight of you
tests the loose end of the string
until all the loops slip out of each other
and there you go
now they drift with you into space.
did you love them?
or were you just afraid
i closed my eyes, and in my sleep
i pulled a hatchet from the deep
the edge was dull, but even still
i had to use the blade to kill
there were so many debts i owed
and every one i paid in blood
when i woke up, your hand was cold
your heart was still, your thoughts untold
what have i done? where did you go?
i love you so; i love you so
the melody for this piece was adapted from a line i improvised in the music live stream episode, “terradactyl.”