In this place light has never touched flesh. The solitary rook cries out a lantern, and every graveyard answers. Ghost and Bone. Skull and Ghoul. Chain and Pain. Crawling from the plague pits, beauty dripping pus alongside the beast. There’s nothing quite like the stench of proximity to kill the mood. Does it do to wander where the children of carrion rise? Death can be born so easily, carried home on a single kiss perhaps? My thoughts have been feathered of late. And yes, I believed them. I even thought I was the protagonist, sometimes…a billion times. But no matter which road I take, I always end up crashing the same party.
Day cuts deep along the skyline, bleeding crimson with its skin. Chorus would herald the fading of this fearful night, but even the familiar of that song is lost. Scratched silent in the inking of mutilated shadows, a hundred heartbeats seeking out the stick built towers where a crow can become a rook. Fights and flights. Fears and Tears. Rambles and Shambles. Everyone is invited. And spliced between the knaves of rhyme, the solitary rook becomes crow.
© 2017 jac forsyth
The best word I can use to describe this excellent piece is ‘vivid’. Or perhaps ‘vivitastic’!?
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Oh my giddy aunt, I love Vivitastic.
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Haha, might I suggest a lie down for your imbalanced aunt.
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I keep reading this over and over. I feel like I’m listening to my favorite song.
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Haha, mate, the sweetness of your comment caused a momentary slippage into early 20th century English. Lawks.
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Oh bless you Kindra, that’s just the sweetest thing to hear, ever, in the whole world. Ever 💕
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What can I say? You move me, baby! 💞
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💕 damn glad to know you, my bionic friend 💕
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Uh! I’m glad to know you, too! 🦄
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I’d say I perhaps call this a “vivisection of the macabre”. That’s what these words feel like to me; a grim dissection of corruption and bleakness. Like a grave, I’m totally digging it!
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beautiful my friend
Simply beautiful
As Sheldon Always
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🦄
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Vivisection of the Macabre, now there’s a great title for a short story anthology.
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Thanks, Sheldon 💕
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It is pretty sweet isn’t it? Haha
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Oh yeah, except now I keep thinking about it… And I’m supposed to be obediently editing my way through a final draft today 💀
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As the most southern of rednecks would say: dang!
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Haha, now I’ve just read your latest piece. There is no hope left for obedient editing.
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‘Visurreal’
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Oh man, I’m lovin’ all these new words right now 🎈
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Love your work my friend 🎈
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Thanks Steve, that’s such a sweet to hear after a day of mindless editing. I feel like my creativity has been stuffed through a meat slicer.
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Mine has been strangled by limitation. Am in training for a new ‘day job’ with a high end bar restaurant. The training is brutally intense and is taking all of my time right now. Will need to make time when or IF I eventually get a duty schedule.
Anyhoo, your words inspire me to more words. 👊
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Ah, it’s so damn tough when life gets in the way, and writing is such a pain for nagging. Been sending good vibes for your new job (with a black sabbath sound track, coz you’re a bit wild side) 👊
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Thank you My Friend
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Har Har. Comedy indeed Jac
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Beautiful tho
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Haha, nooooooooo. The book I’m writing is comedy.
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Love!
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Tribe 💀
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