Metallic Likeness

Two handsome young lads accompany me amongst one hundred and eighty-eight women; I am suited black attire, the men are tuxedos, we purposely bland wool and silk blend. Each side to side of me between; we introduce ourselves wordlessly. Galvanized faces rust upon realization all three of us belong to blood as we speak unification; how much I adore them only nocturnal creatures empathize. Two hundred and twelve spiral clad ladies rise throughout a three quartered section rectangular balcony, we are all the same. I am unsure of provocation however quite aware of fear; common men and women do not bear their own.

Cordelia and I sit facing several unevaluable couples loathing self denial. My child is fervor of awakening, she stands from the boring space of a chair looking directly into each pair of baffled eyes; these know not whence they come, they know not how quick an insensitive exit formulates now to when of whatever.

Ruby cuddles Ebony, I cuddle Lucidity; we are surrounded inside a tear drop enclosure. These strangers of humanity veer suspicious chatter stenching ears; glass fumed balls stare. Ours lift togetherness, we care not for this company; we prefer a moment's eternity.

"Ours is infinite blood flowing each of us!"

Repetition granted seven volumes of my own speculating none other; we are angry, the doors shut all around.

Delia and I share a dramatized fortification; I am lost inside worry. She is summoned from emotion to wrap her arms around me; her words are confidant beyond clairvoyance.

"Do not be offended, she knows not; however many counts pierce your heart we feel the blow. I despise her intention as the world; she is of the world and I fear she will be nothing in the end."

"The end is soon my dearest."

"She persists her own doom."

"I can feel her desire to control."

"There is nothing for her to control; she will amount to such. We shall suffer and she will die."

"Through confusion we will be separated."

"They hold a key which is not their possession."

"What if literal?"

"I am uncertain what becomes of me without you."

"I cannot be without ours."

"She will stop at nothing; she desires nothing."

"They all desire nothing."

"I cannot believe mortals deem dreadful woe when theirs becomes alike..."

"They imprison themselves?"

"Yes and we are able to turn the lock."

"They are not....."

"Therefore their freedom is in our hands."

"They will capture us."

"They are dying hunters."

"They seek others to take their place."

"Everything will fall to ruins."

"We will never see each other again."

"They will always be without justice."

"Ours is undetermined?"

"Ours will come regardless what they do. If they wish for theirs....."

"I am a sobbing child."

"It is finished."

"What?"

"The fear of letting go."

"How will I find you?"

"I don't know."

"What will I do?"

"Sob some more."

"And you?"

"I will be angry and go to jail."

"Who will you fight?"

"Convicts pretending to be my blood."

"I cannot rescue you?"

"No....."

"And why not?"

"We must know what it is to be them."

"Why?"

"So the world will end."

"I bid them death."

"They will die; we shall not."

"I bid them pain and suffering."

"They will.....immensely.....unimaginable bloody hell."

"Will they ever face us?"

"They must!"

"They are too cowardly."

"That is why."

"Where is Moi?"

"Inside the other house."

"I witnessed her tears once."

"She cries when you are gone."

"Dearest me."

"You met with the beast?"

"Yes...."

"Did you punch her?"

"The only woman I ever tore a skull."

"Good."

"Why?"

"I won't have to....."

"It's a grocery of some sort?"

"I am not sure....."

"They are just like their accusers."

"Yes....."

"They will act as though....."

"She is ugly; you will see her again. I will not be there."

"She is even uglier with that rip in her nostril."

"Were you wearing a ring?"

"My right thumb nail."

"Moments we vacillate....."

"Attachment renders us ill."

"I hate to be alone."

"I hate to hate."

"We will hate them."

"They hate their own self."

"They share a self?"

"Mortality."

"I shall crush her."

"They will desire to do so as well."

"I rather not associate."

"Me neither....."

Both tiger palms touch the under sides of a heavy head wearing a chocolate frump of distress; she was attacked by people boasting white braided vests.

Tamara - the Queen's heart, damned by their enemies, through bloodshed she is admired evermore

We are silent walkers contemplating an aching vessel of crimson sorrow. Darkness agonizes lunar phases never to return.

"Two."

"Two.....?"

"You heard me."

"I certainly did."

"I give that fat cow two."

"What of the herd?"

She chuckles dimples and playful riddles.

"They will hover over that swollen beast."

"Will they mourn?"

"No...."

"Hhhmmm....."

"They will rejoice and dance."

"What of us?"

"We will be damned."

"Yet far apart."

"What the hell is her problem?"

"If she knew....."

"Somebody needs to make it clear; she is going nowhere faster than the trickling blood of Jesus."

"I don't want to be near her."

"Neither do I but she will threaten our existence."

"We shall always be."

"She doesn't know that. I will play along just to see her roll inside dung."

"Her own shit?"

"Yes. Lots...."

"Where are we?"

"Kansas...."

"Where is she?"

"Close by, I feel it."

"What does she want?"

"My image."

"Why?"

"To fuck with your head; don't believe it."

"Okay."

"Wherever you are she will be there; her body cannot escape you."

"How?"

"I created a technology; her fucking bloody bloat is connected to your batty fuck."

"What does she want?"

"Freedom."

"I cannot grant her such if she persists."

"None of us will. I can't wait until she's dead. Give her a heart attack."

"What is her name?"

"Marsha, remember that!"

Marsha - deceptive child, imaginary worlds scheme his existence, damner of innocence, through resolution he is free and from death of which returns anew

"What to do when I find her?"

"Nothing."

"Why bother....."

"Not worth it; she's fucked."

"Then I am fucked."

"Yeah we are all fucked. Damn it! Why did she have to go and do that!"

"Do what?"

"She cares about....."

"She doesn't know about the....."

"Or the....."

"We don't know a lot about her."

"We don't know her personally however Chester and Thaddeus told me everything. I will tell you everything."

Corinth lays his head on my shoulder while I cerebral scan a suspected child molester's warehouse entrapment; the coagulator sparks furious chemicals shattering plated plastic burning disposal. He charms me into devising placating instruments for the beastly woman in question; dials triggering mock bands, clear panels exposing circular number lines, all of which I implicate senselessness for her to discover.

"Just to keep her busy."

"She needs to be busy?"

"Yeah.....yeah."

"What saddens you?"

"She's going to hurt you and I won't be there to protect you. I will leave her a message....."

"She will hide."

"She will die."

"I do not want to know her."

"She thinks you won't know it's her."

"I will go along with it and leave."

"Then what?"

"Suffer."

"Maybe you can be friends."

"Fuck that."

"She needs one; you are the only person who might be able to understand."

"She does not understand my blood or my husband. We shall not communicate any further than initial cow shit."

"If she cares she will let you go."

"She cares not for anyone or anything."

"I know."

"Where are you going?"

"To prove you wrong."

"The only one who can prove me wrong is the person in question."

"Reprogramming her is tough."

"What do you mean?"

"She wants the controller for your dreams."

"The bats will be me."

"She doesn't understand things like that, way over her head."

He motions a flying fingered mass of ignorance grazing a field of dried grass.

"Fuck it."

"Give her a chance."

"Everybody wants her dead!"

"Including herself; why fuck with a vampire? Holy hell, she doesn't know what she got herself into."

"It doesn't matter what I am. If she cannot understand the way I feel then...."

"Then what?"

"Only a spider knows."

Clocks do not play games for flesh; we will fall apart for pride's distinguished death.