https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G19ak4Nh294

new dawn fades over a darkened ice arena marbled pale light through moonlit skylights smear the dull ice drab

he thought drab but it escaped his lips in a whisperdribbled onto his shirt front his shirt already wet with cold spittle and regurgitationhe wouldnt stop runningwouldnt had he they would have caught him on the slick black topon the enormous parking lot cut with harsh white angledlines row upon countless row instructing people how they were to parkpimpled with concrete abutments mounted by tall ringed lamps haloes  theyre haloes  he ranstumbled ran blowing humidbreath warmsmoke through his mouth the smoke hangingthen dissipating traces left in his wake that they used to follow him  he couldnt stop runningcouldnt  theyd catch him theyd catchhim  anif they did theyd kill him as they killed the others in the brightlit comicbook minimart they robbed

                                                         he thought maybe he could hide in the arenahide from them but his gaspinghis coughs wouldnt stopwouldnt  the cold air penetrated his lungssat turning cardslaying bets in the depths his body his body a failed vehicle  he thought he could escape in it his suffocating body betrayed him woofs woofs escaping his lungs too exhausted to hold his arms up to defend himself the couple pursuing him were mounted they expended no energy except to laughthey played amused cats to his forlorn condemned mouseDont look! dont look
despair futility  theyre uglyhorribly ugly 

he laid on the filthy concrete under the green collapsible seats coughing he could hear their approachhe was afraid to look 

he got onto his hands and knees and crawled to the aisle it descended to the grey ice at the boards surrounding the ring he was barely able to throw his leg up onto it he crawled over it and fellslipping on the ice he heard them laugh at him  their laugh like tickling broken glasssick laughterblack laughter

he tried crawling  his knees and hands slipped out from under himso cold  cold   cold he knewknew at that momentthen the only warmththe only relief hed have was when his wounds bled  stained the ice under him  maybe spreading out like angelwings 

he gropedmoved like a snail not surprised if he oozed a trail

                                                            pitiful  he was pitiful

he heard a whisper a gliding whisper

he rolled onto his back

he listened

 

     then untoward in his eyes strangely angled  his head held funnyhis hair sticking to the ice sticking  to  the   ice  it held him  oddly  strangelyangled   he glimpsed the pair descend on him whispering their skates whispering turning  ice dancersice dancers on blades  dippingturning about him  smiling   he thought death would smile if he had the strengththe breath he would have thanked them for their confirmation  the gunbarked interrupting him his chest explodedbark it exploded again bone bits hot blood  AHwarmth warmth he had longed for the warmththat warmth  he sighed sighedairbubbling through his blood

 

                                               he spread his wings

1108 dream inspired,  Saturday,  22  12. 18

Joy Division  I Remember Nothing  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6qhvgE9UKu4