Nightfall

I saw fingers severed with comically large scissors and heads near severed with an even larger pair, or crimped stubbornly halfway. I contemplated with some hurt what I might have thought to be my earliest loss, and thrust myself headlong into my first descent. The darkest car I’d ever not seen carried me effortlessly to my future across snow and water at once, in love with a girl I’d never met, I think she loved me too. Darkness enveloped me in my vast empty room, and I’d swear I killed a man and dropped his lifeless reproach in a dusty, uncertain old cupboard. I wrestled the nasty black swan and found my hero of the moment, smaller and stranger then I’d ever thought him to be, and I swore to God it was him. I dropped by the bank, a hero of earlier moments mirthfully gave me the gears, as we argued the toss he couldn’t help but have a giggle. A giant came bearing down on me, then went weepy and forlorn, wailed about the love not known, the city lights and the city streets quietly frowned with dismay. I stared down enemies unknown, I was afraid and they were sure, but I found a greater wrath, I don’t think I killed any of them, but I guess I probably should have. And to this day, still not seen, I don’t even know if it matters. 31st October 2018