Scenes from

BRUISED

( excerpt 7)

WARNING: SOME LANGUAGE AND CONTENT MAY OFFEND!!


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it was Friday / 11. 28 pm / I looked down between my legs / the depression of my groin folded into darkness / I could feel myself falling / into the blackness / from deep inside the dark / came a steady flow of mud and shit / filling the cubicle with its thickness / swamping the toilets and pushing me up against the ceiling / the roof of the bar broke open / as the flow of excrement and earth / flowed into the street / I lay paralysed with fear riding the heavy wave / as it devoured the city scape / burying all life in its path / pushing me ever closer to the stars / into the empty coldness of space /

I came to rest under a pale moon/ I lay bathed in its silver light / the surrounding mud drying into a fine dust / freed by gentle wisps of wind / a delicate mist / tinting the light with ethereal red / glow / my eye was caught by a flicker of colour to my left / a single leaf pushing its way out of crust of earth supporting me / splitting into two and then four / multiplying its form into a perfect dome shape / flecked with autumnal hues /

it breaks free from the ground / and lifts into the air / slowly turning as it soars towards the moon / spinning and vibrating the air in a kaleidoscope of colours / the heavy crust / beneath begins to pulse / cracking as violent eruptions rend its surface / I gave a cry as the world fell out from under me / and plummeting towards the heat / I burned away in the fire ball/

turning towards the / night / flicking / red / neon of dance / I'm hot / fuck I'm hot / I need a drink / I wish I didn't sweat so much / tall and hot / the rhythm/ red and wet/ the heat stretching out towards dark hips / I'm hot / lemon slipping between salt lips / hot salt lips / I'm too hot /sweat runs down the back of my neck / towards lips smoothed by the dark tongues / I'm skin / the rhythm runs down the small of my back / the sweat runs down between my hips / wet clothing / skins the beat of something irish / a-jig a-jig ajig ajig jig

/ unwrapping lemon and salt rhythm / sweat between lips / salt skins waiting / tongues between tight lipstick / we smile / don't lick your lips / heat slipping between hips / waiting / stretching out towards lemon tight lipstick / don't lick your lips / we smile / wet skin salt dry lips / we smile at each other / katie / the bodies slipping / in the thickness they boil / tasting the beat of something irish / don't lick your lips /

a jig a jig ajig jig !


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