Crumbling Depths
a tiny story by javelin

    Under the empty sky’s hot tears our City dissolved in a beautiful,
bloody gasoline rainbow. I woke up weekly, with more splinters in my
spine... dusted in the fingerprints of old passtime lovers. The sun was
barely breathing, and a fragile stillness hovered just beyond my face.
Unfurling my joints, I savored the soreness, imagining everything I
felt was real. His body was a blanket-draped mountain, rumbling pulses
predicting my fiery death.  Five of my goldfish were still alive,
sleazing around on top of the dresser. Their tank was mismanaged,
missing a top, missing a Richter scale-- but I crawled slowly into
their vacant gaze.  My hands shook.. I dug a half chewed cigarette off
the wall, stumbled through a matchbook, and blew a warm stream of Hell
into their world... just a taste, I purred; choked on filthy crumbs of
myself... just a taste of what will come.




(either way..)