These are some thoughts I jotted down last night on my way home. The sun had just set and twilight was darkening into night. I'm not sure if this is prose or a poem yet...
Crossing the street, I felt the warm caress of exhaust as a car passed behind me and I felt loved and at home. Then I smelled the warmth - choking, cancerous. I knew it was death, but I craved it. I am at peace in the swirling heat that I know will kill me someday. I can not stop it - and I find that helplessly erotic. Mmmm... the hairs stand at attention along my spine. My arms pump full of blood, no - of life - life that drips... drips... drips from my ears. As I continue I pass trees with browning leaves. All that I sense is death. Dark and looming death that coos like a young mother to a colic-stricken child. Ssshhhh... hush now... As the warm draft passes, the cold grips my arm and I freeze.
-R.K.M.
I like this.
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