obscurities

A Return to Apples, 19/6/23 -

I used to gobble down apples like a voracious Eve, now I'm careful to touch them. They hurt your sweet lips. It doesn't matter now. I eat one today, again, in a white bed without clothes on in flesh, and start writing. The snakes are always hissing. He thought it was raining but I was typing. The apple tasted incredibly sweet. But not as sweet as. I like your rib. I must settle for apples. Someone on Facebook's had a child and are love-struck.


Imbolc Baby, 27/6/23 -

My name in the First Names book is haunting me. A soft toy koala in your house is named 'Beloved'. The song 'I Will Always Love You' was allegedly UK No. 1 on 1st February 1993. Which is my birthday. There are all number of curses in the world. In 1963 for you, it was https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vHyTN5DQT6E. In 1963 for you it was https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S302kF8MJ-I. And for you in 1994 it was https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h3gEkwhdXUE. Whuwh!

Sleeping Pills, 28/6/23 -

Sleeping pills are small no large white ovals and they taste all sweet on the outside. Are they bevelled. They make my muscles go all slow and then I can't move them. It's nice; I laugh. The air around your head gets all dark and soft. The forehead is untouched and becomes peaceful anyway. In the morning you can pull yourself into the daylight and say hey! I got my eight hours! And then you can get on with stuff. Bye.

Black Mist, 28/6/23 -

The first obscurity I wanted to write was this one but I felt I wasn't allowed. The imagination of holding somebody to account with writing was a delectable fantasy, however. There were stairs and a thump and scorn and a big worry. And some talons. But it doesn't even matter. But ! might as well try to get better at obscuring meanings just for the fun of it. Everybody agrees that 'writing' is a therapeutic tool, don't they. Shelves get put up to display all the therapeutic tomes. To have seen the worst and become a cynic. Black curtains.