Floret

I am walking, the local cycle shop excommunicated me from any motorized two wheel invention bucked with chains; a thin alley made for such beckons me. Dampness is the perception of unseen tears, hand over a mouth smashes me through solid geometrical depravity. A shade of splattered matter clears a hallway, objectives are jolting various colors in my direction, yet I can only recall my responsive reaction from the eyes of a self abandoned.

My fist belongs to a tiger, he is swapping away attention, pace transcends swagger, pouncing through metallic shattering shrivel there is a face in the appearance of death. I carry this body with me through destructive gravel, people are looking, I fear they see my face; the woman watching disagrees however I am physically upon mentally tired of wearing masks.

"Give me your shovel."

"Fuck you!"

Jellied substance wriggles a slimy frump while I squash it with my left foot.

"When I ask you for simple things I advise to hand it over."

"You're in a bad mood."

Disbelief obsesses over me to kick this thing several flights of broken wings. A voice is heard clearing my temple; I rather not listen. I am sitting inside a tree with legs folded under my chin, the dead body is hanging on a limb. Crows hop to my sides surrounding me with wisdom; they wrap her in petrified vines and fly away. My anger rages into a dispersed creation and we are traveling somewhere untouchable by five fingered curiousness.

"You are floating in mid air. Your body is suspended by light and sound. You are rotating over a body of water from left to right."

"I thought you left me behind."

"I want you to write this down."

"I am without stationary and pens."

"Remember....."

"What are they doing to me?"

"They are not what they seem."

"Huh?"

"You do not fight like I do."

"You don't either."

"I couldn't of survived that bullet wound."

"I couldn't of survived that poisonous lesion. What are they going to do with me?"

"They are discussing your surrender."

"I am not ready yet."

"You've got to....."

"They will hide me?"

"Yes."

"Where?"

"Something about a white boat....."

"What?"

"When I was a child there was a regional area of water speculated to be a source of......."

"What?"

"It's very strange."

"This isn't?"

"People spoke of recycled inertia creating universes within interdimensional states of becoming and unbecoming."

"Makes sense....."

"That's where they are sending you. Good bye."

"Wait! I'm not ready yet."

"You want to fight some more?"

"I need to fight some more."

"Ssshhh....."

"What did they say?"

"No."

"Will I ever sense you again?"

"When I find my twin."

"He's mine too you know."

I am overwhelmingly satisfied to see our children but they look different. Uncertainty grabs Cordelia into a state of trance; she leads me away. Avitas and her brother watch us, our face upon them is the same however I am seriously considering retirement.

"Teach me how to fight."

"Bloody hell."

The night is a zealous host, Corey is black from head to toe; I am blue jeans and a white t-shirt. Her hand belongs to a wolf's anatomical length and width, her nose is one piece. We are inside a shopping center mocking the Crystal Palace; something is underneath the floor. A construction mass of drills readied our descending dust into another dream I am yet to recover.

"Why are they like that?"

"Delia there are so many things I wanted to tell you but I never told anyone."

"Famous last words....."

"Not for us."

"They are half and half."

"Yes."

"How did this happen?"

"A valve twist."

Muscular obtrusions dangle from a grotesque layer of sheaved epidermal dysfunction; a flame thrower is tossed at our feet from a mylar worker, he is shocked to see us. Cordelia's instinct places him around her neck; she grapples an ascending motion while I am swallowed by fire. A figure faces me; I am a cool notion.

"Bats! Everybody come here! It's the bats! I told you they would come! The bats! The bats! It's a person! I don't think he knows....."

"How can you stand the heat?"

"Whoa....."

"Hey man! Are you down there?"

"Yeah....."

"Just making sure!"

"What were you saying?"

"Can you take us to Floret?"

"Flo? Yes I can but you won't remember any of this."

"I'll remember you; I will remember them too."

"Who?"

"Take us up! He's ready!"

Cordelia is gliding through rows of reflective suits all of which are writhing moans except for two; they sit up to remove their masks, both are brown copper rust. She instructs me to follow immediately; I belong to her impulsive nature as she belongs to mine. A group of turtlenecks, straight leg pants, wrap around sweaters, scarves, stripes, plaid, and checkers crowd into bleach formation.

"She told me about this....."

"They look like book covers."

One smirks a jerky nose while the others amplify sounds similar to tuning oboes and cellos. This amuses me, I continue through their procession however Corey stands behind.

"Are you going to teach me?"

"You want to fight.....them?"

"That is what they are here for."

"No!"

A bump grazes my right cheekbone; I blame a slight wind.

"What the fuck?"

"What has come over you lad?"

"You didn't feel that?"

"The weather here is bizarre."

"I did it as hard as I could."

"Did what?"

"You guys saw me right?"

"We're going home. This is stupid."

"Bye Nick."

"You suck dude."

"They didn't even do anything Nick! I'm breaking up with you!"

"Yeah dude you're a real macho dumb ass."

"Yeah like fuck you!"

"Stupid....."

"Lame....."

"Weak!"

"Her dad is right! We don't need to fight! We should go shopping! Bye!"

"Your name is Nick?"

"Yes Sir."

"Go home."

"Alright but....."

"Now."

"I got to ask you something!"

"What?"

"Is it alright if I go out with your daughter?"

"Go home."

"But....."

"Now."