Fiction
“Violence ruptures the sky in half— It shatters every world that’s in the making of a map of light. I fall fast between drops of blood. With precision I cut into my skin and sever the sun from me.”
Sie achtet darauf, nicht zu stolpern über die Wurzeln, die den Asphalt in ihrer Straße aufgerissen haben, und über die Kantsteine und Schlaglöcher und all die anderen Stolperfallen.
“Zwischen Maschinen, Menschen und Monstern suchten wir Orientierung. Manchmal fanden wir Muscheln, aber meistens uns selbst am Rand.”
In a world gone void, some people literally cannot let go of their trauma—and channel its destructive energy into fighting the good fight, methods and costs be damned.
Nobody inspected the dangling Marias… None fretted for the 40 different infant Jesuses, threatening to tumble with the mama to the floor.
Allen Ginsberg once said of Neal Cassady that he was the art. It is my opinion that Allen Ginsberg did not quite understand what art is.
See, there’s this thing about you—you were like this tiny droplet on a day of withering heat. When the days became indistinguishable from one another, filled with the absence of love, scorching summer suns blazed over my life like they had a personal vendetta against the ground beneath my feet. In the heat, just a single drop of water, fleeting and brief, felt like the downpour of the…
“There is an uneasy silence in the pod racing toward sector 22. Onyx and I sit silently next to each other while the southern and eastern peripheries rush past us. Every now and then I notice his eyes on me. Suddenly, I am a glass house and he can see right through me, into the hollows and the attic of my presence, reaching beyond my map of myself.…
I see flashes of her face in front of me, big, dazing green eyes and skin covered in debris of pain. “I see only darkness, displaced in me instead of the night.” She’s my God. She knows of our beginnings and our aberration. She killed herself so I could live. I might as well try.
“But the rain.” She looks at me, suddenly reliving the flames.
