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
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
