|Goodbye dear friend, we will meet again.|
nightmares vol. 1His palm is against her forehead, for a long time. “Am I running a fever again?” No response.nightmares vol. 1 by RUNNrabbitRUNN
She lifts her head above the dashboard and squints at the gray brightness of day. Uncertain of what she sees.
There’s a thick fog all around. Throws everything into fuzz, a myriad of vague forms and figures. Hard to see much of anything. Not without staring with deep concentration.
She pushes herself up and tries hard to make out where they are.
Some long expanse of asphalt rolling out before them. But not like a road. Almost like it, but definitely not.
In the distance indistinct in the mist, a tall cylindrical building, windows all around at the top, shattered and blown out.
Either side of the asphalt, on dead yellow grass, there are large things, metallic pieces of rust.
A word comes to her mind when she looks at one: fuselage.
This is an abandoned runway. This is a boneyard. A place where only the shells of war aviation exist.
There is no life here. Remnants of lif
for Michael HubbardWakeful dreams of fleshless giantsfor Michael Hubbard by RUNNrabbitRUNN
Glinting in summer sunset.
From great manmade sleek beasts above,
Business as usual below,
World without end.
Through diamonds of rain in
A solitary sparse wave,
Steaming black asphalt.
Shadow boxes and displays giving sentiment
To sometimes wordless poems.
Memory and meaning;
Music and movement.
Wholeness, oneness, perfection.
Hi My Name Is DepressionHi! My name is Depression.Hi My Name Is Depression by RUNNrabbitRUNN
I will follow you throughout your whole entire life.
I will pop up at inopportune moments.
I will ruin everything you love in one way or another.
I will destroy you.
You will swallow fistfuls of pills to kill me.
You will slice yourself to ribbons to quiet me.
You will lash out because maybe that may appease me.
You will wish for release from this mortal coil to escape me.
You will run from me.
And you will always fail.
Views III.:White in:.Views III by RUNNrabbitRUNN
View: Close up on a slack mouth, softly feminine and young. Blood stains smeared on pale skin. White-pink lips.
There is the sound of movement. Into frame, a masculine hand smoothes over the ruddy flesh. A male chin, dark with stubble. Heavy breathing. Eager tongue licking tentative lips that follow, sweeping slowly over her slack mouth.
He holds his breath.
His kiss is calm but insisting. Lingering. A soft moan thrums in his throat as he breathes warmth against her cheek.
There is no reciprocation.
The girl is still unconscious.
Trevor stays, trying to imprint the feel of her lips against his into his mind. Feels the danger of this single movement crawl across his skin. Tastes faintly of blood. Knows she must taste of sweeter things. Wants to feel her move beneath him. Wants her touch.
His eyes open slowly as he breaks contact and licks his lips again. He swallows hard, his breathing a bit unsteady. Darkened eyes peer at the girl in a moment of pure wanton desperation.
Views part IIView: A glinting pool of black unfathomable depth. A temperate burgundy-auburn iris, lacking any imperfection, encircles it. Pulling back; two eyes matching in color, the whites mapped with tiny red lines of sleepless irritation. A hard, cold and severe glare beneath thick, dark brows. Three small short scars diagonal at the edge of one brow. Lids blinking quickly.Views part II by RUNNrabbitRUNN
In the light of a setting sun skyline the color of a blood orange, the thin flesh frame about these eyes speak of raw focus, definitive purpose, and absolute abhorrence. Further out the view pans, pronouncing a man’s countenance. Two days unshaven. Jaw muscles working, rolling evenly beneath smooth skin, cheekbones distinguished in the tension. Discontent and contempt written on a long thin face.
This man breathes like a marksman, calculated and equal. His heartbeat level in his throat.
The view pulls out to show in his entirety a tall, solid lean, pallid man in jeans and t-shirt, dusty black work boo
desperatenow do you see what you mean to medesperate by RUNNrabbitRUNN
i would fall off the edge of the world just to catch your eye
i would stand on desert sands holding lava in the palm of my hand
to ignite your corona
carbon marks my name in your throat
circumventabuse the soul to challenge the mind to reap the reward that wills the hand to abuse.circumvent by RUNNrabbitRUNN
look like a confused dog at you;
panic looks different in everyone.
View.IVIEWSView.I by RUNNrabbitRUNN
Fade in from black.
View: in shadow, beneath a table in a small trailer home. A teenage girl’s profile in silhouette, slack, prone on the floor. There is an air of something wrong. Muffled noise. Something flies across, beyond the girl.
In the background, a pair of heavy, black dust-laden boots pass by in determined haste. There is a deafening din of violence; glass and crockery exploding against walls and the floor, sounds of struggle, climaxing in a guttural howl.
Then, silence. Stillness. The dust settles.
The boots return, slowly, pausing in the background, vaguely labored breathing from above. Droplets of something red hit the floor about the boots. There is movement above. Wetness glints darkly as one boot turns out.
A male face, long and stubbly peers carefully beneath the table. The whites of wild eyes burn brightly in the dark. His jaw rolls open. He reaches out and under, grasps a limb and drags the girl out.
In the light, a blood trickle glints from her nose. The
sleepwalking thru fallthe area i tried to compromisesleepwalking thru fall by RUNNrabbitRUNN
the sunset has left me blind
i don't worry i don't worry
i don't worry about how much i worry
spend all time behind movie screens
seeing movement as raindancing
i've never i've never
i've never seen this place before now
watching nervous fingertips
skilled across satin necks
i don't think i've got this right at all
sleepwalking thu fall