. . . the unconstructed wild
thwarts any scheme of right angles or Organisation deconstructing it before his very eyes
he had to move rapidly erratically
feigning
and feigning he stabbed he cut
and feigning he stabbed he cut
he moved without forethought
he moved to
a raw choreography playing in his eyes
quickened sand didnt recognise his footprint or weight
he eluded its grasp
it felt slightly harassed
he moved like a ghost through
walls broken windows crooked aisles and alleyways halls that buckled and slanted like
beartraps and stout ironbarred doors
Organisation demanded his
contrition
he refused
so they played one another
severely remorselessly a romp and game of checkmate
It didnt realise he dreamt long of this
and was aware of Its movements
and Its sudden radicalised circumstances
deftly and defiantly
he denied its calculus and physics
when he made the cube the
yellow glowing room
all bets were off
It had believed the room was unknown
it was the only room that provided
him sanctuary let him catch his breath
It came to him shape-changed in
the form of a redcolored woman with a wolfs glint in her black eyes
a glint
Why a glint
his dreams had warned him
he recognised her too
and despite her gentle presence and manner her offers to help
he did not hesitate
knocking her off her feet
he profaned her
he profaned her
yanked her back up by the colored
woven fabric at her shoulders
tore her breast pocket away revealing
her bra
he tore its laced cup from her
breast and viciously tweaked her nipple
she screamed
her nipple rosy went hard
he tweaked it again with his
teeth
and still having her by her
shoulders he violently twisted her around
and pitched her headlong at the wall
like soft yielding amber it held her
hands held her upright and captive
the yellow room flickered
brilliant
to dim dim to brilliant again and again then ceased
and
stared her in the face
he yanked her skirt up and tore
away her panties leaving its waistband stretched and looped around her hips
she struggled helplessly
screaming No and No again and again pitifully
screaming No and No again and again pitifully
very pitifully
if someone could hear or listened
or cared
he grabbed a handful of her black
curly hair and savagely shook her head
then stopped
and stopped he slapped her flanks
hard with an opened hand slapping them red and swollen
every mean slap aroused a pitiful
cry from deep in her throat amid her
sobs
he shook her head violently again
then bit her shoulders
beyond crying
she screamed
he let go of her head and slapped her flanks again with
either hand switched her until his hands swelled and ached
then he took her by the hips
his fingernails scratching her
digging in at the edges of her hard
hipbones
he kick her feet apart bruising her ankles
beginning to topple she regained her balance and stood fast
he kicked her ankles harder
she staggered
he drove a knee into the back of
her thigh
she screamed staggered knees trembling
he yanked her towards him
her back swayed
he took her by her hips
he thrust into her
she
screamed
No No
again and again pitifully
oh so pitifully
she screamed for someone to hear her who
listened who might care
Organisation forgot
he did not
the yellow room was his sanctuary
It violated that space
as he affected and violated her
as he affected and violated her
It was uninured
wantonly It had celebrated too
many unholy slaughters to ever imagine itself losing
beaten
defiled
the yellow room surprised him
dreaming
he had a hard time believing in it or seeing himself escape into its color
he had a hard time believing in it or seeing himself escape into its color
but he had a harder time
imagining it following him inside
hubris evidently had no
conscience memory or consideration
watching himself fuck hubris from
unparalleled and incomparable angles he became more heated more
aroused
he fucked harder
that inkling
that glint in his own eye for pity
slipped out
went away
went looking for its reflection somewhere
else in the unconstructed wild
promising to return
eventually
evening,
Sunday, 20 9. 15
2324, Sunday, 20 9.
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dreamed
