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Creamed MiseryWelcome to the final darkness. I'm the oldest in our miserable cave. I've seen five generations come and go; chosen one or two at a time by the hands of the gods. Soon after they are pulled away, we can hear a sharp grinding sound; screams ignored by those giant beasts. We never know when it will happen, but it always does. Some come here laughing, thinking it's paradise. Those ones should be labeled canned morons! I've been ready for my turn long ago, but it never comes. Do the gods hate me? Why do the gods resent creamed corn?!
Universe Chapter 2 Big PlansJacob lifted his glasses onto his forehead and slowly rubbed his eyes. Only two more hours until the weekend. So far, Bill hasn't asked me to work overtime. Hopefully it stays that way. Mary won't be happy if I'm stuck working another weekend. Jacob has been working at the same company for twelve years now. His relationship with Mary started about five years ago. Bill became his boss about six months ago, and so did all of the weekend overtime. Mary started being upset about all of the missed dates and going to family events alone two months ago.
As he placed his glasses back down into place, he slowly peeked over his cubicle wall to see if Bill was anywhere near. He sat back down with no sight of him. Once I'm done with these last few files I'm going to try getting out of here early. Maybe be able to get some flowers for Mary if the florist is still open.
Universe Chapter 1
At some point in time, a previous passenger on this airplane had scribbled over the emergency instructions brochure "In case of an emergency, tuck your head between your knees and kiss your ass goodbye!" I laughed about it after I read it and tucked it back into the pocket on the backside of the seat in front of me so one of the flight attendants wouldn't accuse me of doing it. I didn't know it to be true then, but I was the last person to read it. As far as the details go, I only know what was stated on the news about two years later after all investigations were done and released into the public's hands. There was an internal fuel leak and somehow the protective plastic sheath over the bare metal of one of the wires had rubbed away. Until we took off, it wasn't that big of a deal. It didn't matter until the nose of the plane was higher than the tail.
When you die, you only get to kee
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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