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Dehydration

The light only gets stronger.
We tried to keep it from getting to the soda
We used a clay cap to the vat.
But it was only a matter of time
Before the light transilluminated to the dark liquid
The soda bubbled and burped and pressurized
As the clay foundation flew off
Soda spilled onto the ground below.
It evaporated almost immediately,
The last of our beverages gone.

Dehydration
I’ve no more sweat to shed
The painless heat engulfs me.

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Wind

I can see the wind
No, not like seeing the leaves blow in the wind
I see the wind itself
It is like an octopus, with so many wispy tentacles
I can grab onto them
Each one takes me to a new place and time
I’ve been to the pyramids, I’ve seen the dinosaurs
One of the wisps led to inside a volcano
Death is a side effect of freedom
But death is only temporary
There is wind in heaven leading back to earth
There is wind underwater
I have been everywhere

I once saw a tornado
The wind spun like someone stirring soup
A sharp sound, sharper than the wind, rang out
A small child, drowning in the windy soup
He was trying to resist the wind instead of embracing it
I swam to him and carried him out
Dropped him down to safety
Some people are too weak to be free

 

Life Toothpaste

Life toothpaste.

Pristine when bought.

After 5th use, deflates slightly.

After 50th use, wrinkled.

After 500th use, empty.

Buy more.

Empties again.

Bought ten when it was on sale.

High on life.

Ran out.

Cavities happen.

Soul fills with irreparable holes.

Decays to nothing.

Get wooden teeth.

Fake a soul.

Fake a smile.

Flowers Part 2 (Death)

She smells a flower
But she is lost in the dark
Blind, in the pitch fog

He sees the flowers
They cascade before his eyes
Picks one, holds it high

She tastes the flower
Bittersweet memories burn
But ghosts cannot feel

He feels the flowers
As he falls into her grave
Heartbreak is soundless.

I hear the flowers
They tell a tragic story
A life ended here

 

Rearranging some words and lines, the 5 haiku from The Flowers can be given an entirely different meaning.  The love of his life is dead, and unable to cope, he dies next to her in a heartbreak.  The flowers here are mere witnesses.

The Flowers

He smells the flowers
But is blind and cannot see
Lost in the meadow

She sees the flowers
Their eternal beauty shines
But ghosts cannot feel

He feels the flowers
Brings a petal to his mouth
His taste is extinct

She tastes the flowers
Bittersweet tears cry in pain
But their voice is mute

I hear the flowers
They tell a tragic story
Dead, fragrant no more

Five Haikus, in a cycle of gaining one sense at the expense of another.  If there exists any message behind the words, its probably that if a human and an object of great beauty coexist, one will succumb to the effects of the other.

This idea is not new.  In The Odyssey, there were Sirens whose songs were the most beautiful sounds to ever grace the planet.  Unfortunately, anyone unlucky enough to hear the sounds will meet an impending doom of hearing the songs and forsaking all other necessities including food and drink, possibly even breath.

Many poisonous animals employ vibrant moving colors which would captivate the eye, but should one approach too closely, a downfall involving potent neurotoxins awaits.  Of course, some people kill and preserve these animals to admire their beauty, but this of course leaves said animal dead.

To survive, everything needs some form of defense mechanism.  An object/animal/plant of beauty’s defense lies not in its appearance, so they more often use the element of surprise.  Woe to the innocent observer who gets too close then, and is jumped upon by such a defense mechanism.  Either it is potent enough to harm the observer sufficiently, or it is not and the observer retaliates, destroying the object/animal/plant of beauty.  Thus, unless under special circumstances, they cannot coexist.

No Place Like Home

 

Floor is cold and bare.

The silent echoes of life

Doused by the screeching laugh of a ghost.

Walls are dusty.

They smell of urine and decadence.

I step upon a fallen shard of glass.

It cuts into my bare foot with raw pain

But I do not feel it.

The pain is nothing to the sorrow and remorse

That inhabit my heavy heart.

The oven timer blinks.

It mocks me, flashing 12:00 over and over.

The wooden dining table remains, rotting.

One leg has fallen over.

Standing pathetically on three legs, it begs to be put out of misery.

But I am powerless to do so.

I find the couch I loved two years ago.

Instead of love, hated boils inside.

Memories tear at my eyes, begging to be seen.

I close them, but vivid pictures remain.

Memories of living in this wretched unholy house.

There is no place like home.

Skull and Mask

 

The noxious air engulfs my hollow chest

And inner pain denies my wish to rest

My vision cries

Of ebon skies

The mask I don has fused into my skull

I’m blind, I’m deaf, I’m mute, my life is null.

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