The Glitch

“I’ll let you fuck me if you steal a pack of smokes and some chips” She said.

I didn’t move.

She was the most popular girl in school, and thank god we go to school, we had to do a project together for midterm and she showed up at my house and now what the FUCK did she just say..?”

I couldn’t move.

She isn’t even looking at me, its like that didn’t even just happen.

She says it so rudely.
My initial shock is wearing off.
I fast-forward into the futureland and see what could occur.
Of course, I had known all along that she was just another enemy spy sent by them…but I always have hope…you never know where you might find an ally.
“You have to go.” I say.

I turn around and leave. It’s better not to kill them if you can avoid it.

The Glitch

The Visionary

“There was a time…there was a time…there was a time…”
The words echoed and repeated infinitely, digging into the veins of the space and inhabiting the air like thick tar.His face pulls at itself, a tic beginning in the neck, distorting the skin & opening the mouth into a half-snarl, teeth flashing briefly. The intensity causes an arm to raise, fingers reduced to grotesque, disproportionate claws.

He could see the birth of the universe.
The golden threads, the shifting diamonds, the colors that lit his skin on fire.
He was awake for the first time in millennia.

As he lay dying on the sidewalk, a child watches him from inside her mother’s apartment, eating ice cream & dreaming about the snow.


The Visionary

The Rusted Nail

His stooped frame strains & pops with effort as he shuffles towards the wood-stove.

She’d be here soon.

“….well now, there’s the fifth log there, down from ten, five left, day is half-swallowed, month is just shit….look at us…” He muttered and rambled on thick, cracked lips, saliva pooling at the corners of his mouth.

The sound of him sucking snot from clogged airways filled the room with grey.
“just look at it all, what a waste, what an ugly mess it is. She’s coming. She has to be coming, she wouldn’t give up, she never did, there’s no way that BITCH wouldn’t come back”

The word ‘bitch’ shoved from his mouth like a rusted nail….sharp, but useless & ineffective. He turns back to his dusty rat’s corner…a threadbare pink lump of a chair mimics the man’s body in its structural failure.

nail-943787_960_720Once again, as always, he falls into it like a soldier falling into death’s oblivion.

She’d be here soon.

The Rusted Nail