Waiting-For-The-End

Vomit, leeches splay scattered on the floor. They wriggle and melt, a normal morning. They taste of tar and cigarettes. With an effort, i raise my head, flakes of the fungi fall off. MY scalp is shedding again. Damn it. Erik, with his bird beak malforming his once beautiful face, stare into my egg-yolk, red trickling ovals. They were my eyes. I gurgled, my throat hair made up of centipede legs, "Just do it, once more." Erik teared up, his eyes blazing, the red veins squirming, they now were worms. His beak mouth shaped to reminisce a smile of our past life, when we bathed in the light of humanity. He screamed, mewling sadness, everything r

Mom laid down, the wooden floor embracing her in dust and nails. Her drunken revelry put down by fatigue. She lies there, dead asleep. Her acquaintance, Hilja, left an hour ago, stealing the joy from both me and mother. Mother was angry at Hilja, for a very long time. It strikes curiosity why she was allowed in the house. The front porch was slicked in rain, an afternoon dew. I waved goodbye to Oscar and his girlfriend Jenny, both spectacular creatures. They exhume the choking sense of what everyone should aspire to be. Blond, wealthy, happy. I could not help but yell at them, their faces were upsetting. A train obscured them, and I saw her.