Snapping Sniffles

Mandy is a man's man, Shelby keeps her diabolical plans to herself, Natalie is a pet partitioner.....

There is a character in light of serious suicidal choreography; she is equipped with an absent left arm. A dream I sleep is a moment she purposely fumbles for me to notice how much an act only fools itself; she is part of the scheme I am unfortunate to submit. Surrounded by imitations of those I adored for an existence lost inside of her motivation, I come across a glow in the dark plastic skeletal arm; the bizarre nightmarish comfort lays inside my palm.

Discarded hospital beds, aging gone mad of me, out of range, out of time, yet here I am.

"Your enemy will only hurt themselves."

"Sir they will hurt us."

"The pain will stay but you will cross over the divide into eternity."

"Is that where you come from?"

"When you surrender we will join each other."

"Must I surrender?"

"You are a fighter."

"You must be a fighter."

"Why do you say that?"

"Your nose is broken."

"There are no bones inside of noses to break....."

"Broken bones heal; noses stay broken. Identification....."

"I don't want any."

Soy latte soothes my nostrils as tear drops cool a cup of passion fruit green tea. Exposure of bluish purple veins translucent to his skin amaze me for the curiousness of mortality. Ice looks into me insinuating I am missing something he can provide which I acknowledge to be shit from a big bloody ugly cow in Texas; maybe not in those exact words.

"Why is that odd man sitting at the corner table by a restroom staring in our direction while you attempt to divert me?"

"Alright.....I'm outta here."

"Go fuck yourself!"

I broke his nose, Brad screamed, the clerk delights in me, beatniks snap a cheerful disgrace, I sip from a cup of deliciousness licking my tongue for a speech of vulgar description; the flavor of honey dripping from wolf fangs. A few people perk their heads to a twist of treacherousness as I comfort them with atmospheric kisses.

Traitors betray the art of deceit to paint emotional portraits of me. I rather not intercede while we miss that which we will never experience lest we all desire to lose an appendage.

"Bombs bursting in air....."

"True to the night....."

"For billionaires....."

"And rap video flair....."

"Our flag was supposed to be there....."

"Oh say can you see....."

"How we got fucked in between....."

Who is astonished by us; we are astonished by him. What Mighty does not hear will not blow up his mind with conspiracy theories.

"I heard it."

"You did?"

"Yeah.....you should sing it for them."

"Who?"

"The ones with statues of you two."

"One to a double statue?"

"Two to two statues and one for all."

"Where do they come from?"

"Where you never bothered to go."

"Aw come on Mighty.....it's not their fault."

"Yikes! I told you how it went down!"

"Fuck man."

"We bother to go many places we shouldn't."

"How is this particular region of naughtiness unknown to our wickedness?"

"You got to leave that behind to get there."

"Leave what?"

"Hidden intentions....."

"And what would those be?"

"Yeah Inspector Cheese, what the fuck do we intend that nobody fucking knows?"

"I won't be here to find out."

"Fuck man. Fuck!"

"What is it Who?"

"I got both your backs for this one. Two backs for one!"

You Know Who broke Mighty Mouse's nose, we lose our grip into mischief taking off our clothes revealing tattoos we both suffered on a chair, a goat and a lion stare into the face of bloody hell.

"I like it."

His nostril is incapacitated while I become another existence shaking him with wrath of earthquakes upon minions of millipedes.

"What did you do to me?"

"What do you want from me?"

Nasal dullness pronounces another person I desperately locked inside a suitcase while a checkered man administers a final regulation of steam vapor respiration.

"This reminds me of someone."

"Who?"

"What did you do to my wife!"

"I don't know what you're talking about!"

"My protector and my defender."

"What's his name?"

"I shan't tell you."

"Why?"

"You are a stranger!"

"Leave!"

A brave man lifts me with arms to cradle; long hair to his knees snaps a cord into a crack of sonic elegance falling swiftly as angels.

"You will be fine here. As for you......get the hell out lest I prepare dinner."

"What does that mean?"

"A pig with an apple in it's mouth."

"Bloody meat has no flavor."

"I'm her boyfriend!"

"I aspire for her to marry a protector and defender; wild as Russian blizzards and peaceful as Japanese seas."

"As do I. Go away!"

Enoch broke his nose, I fixed him a glass of water, checkers squeak sounds similar to screeching rusty metal, our neighbors toss the noisy pattern for a game of physical scrabble while I explore a place foretold by Lucidity's crystal ball.