Colorless
From the wrist, cold water drips to the hardwood floor, disturbing the pool with each new drop of melted refridgerator ice.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
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A million bio-electrical salvos attack under the skin.
Sizzle the left forearm.
Then stop.
Then explode again.
Sting the right elbow.
Scars painted by desperate fingernails are the only sign of the riot of synapses raging underneath.
Voices that describe you have returned:
"There is an inevitable end."
Ssssss ...
"You had time to do it, but I had to do it for you."
Ssssss ...
"This won't stop. Not this time."
Ssssss ...
"You can't feel."
Ssssss ...
"These voices do nothing but describe."
Ssssss ...
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Ice melts down the forearm, a temperatureless conflagration beneath.
Trails of water snake around, and down, and around, and down.
Coalescing into a droplet.
Pausing.
At the wrist, over the pulse ...
Pump. Drip.
Pump. Drip.
Pump. Drip.
Onto the floor.
Colorless.
9 comments:
I keep coming back. I keep reading it. I'm trying, I'm trying. I'm not that bright sometimes.
I'll throw my hat into the ring with a guess that the water line to your refrigerator somehow froze and started spewing water all over the place?
i'm sorry, guys. i'm not one to write something for the sake of making people guess what i'm getting at. i had put it up there and cut out of town for the long weekend.
it's about a guy who suffers from neurological stings in his arms as a result of manic depression. ice is the only thing that numbs the pain that causes him to scratch until he bleeds.
the ice melts down his arm, it drops off his pumping wrist and he looks at the pool and thinks, "this and suicide are somewhat similar: both ways that there is a physical, concrete visual display of how mental illness expresses itself."
we kill pieces of ourselves each day with mental anguish both self-inflicted and inflicted upon us.
depressing, i know. :)
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I read it three times trying to figure out what the heck was going on. LOL. I would not have guessed THAT.
My first guess was drunk blogging.
yeah, i suppose i didn't really mean for it to mean anything to anybody else. it was just something on my mind.
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Ok, well that was a tad bit depressing, but deep and thoughtful too.
Damn. I thought you were alluding to that trick with salt and ice. Sprinke salt heavily on to hand, and grip a cube of ice tightly.
Don't let go until the pain is unbearable!
jay ... that's me. sometimes. ok, maybe more than sometimes.
rusty ... is that like tyler durden and "god doesn't like you speech?"
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okay, so i didn't understand that until read comments.
it read like something richey edwards would write if he were still alive, not that it's ever been proven he's dead...just missing.
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