The air was thick and hot and clogged the lungs. The sun burned a ragged hole in the sky.
The abandoned Airstream was pitted and scarred like the back of an old dinosaur. The front door hung open, but I could glimpse nothing in the gloom inside.
I mount(more)ed the twisted and rusting metal steps, and noticed a tiny woman's shoe, molding and curled like a grub.
I wonder what happened to the girl who lost it.(less)
I did as Her letter instructed, and ate. And ate, and ate, until I was swollen as an abscess. Crawled into bed, between cold sheets, and dreamt the dream She had left for me.
Standing in front of a dark closet, I reached in and took down a polka-dotte(more)d party dress. The burlesque-pink crinoline snatched and scratched at my bare thighs as I pulled it on. A note pinned to the bodice read, "find your shoes. Come see us."
There were none on the closet floor. I turned. No shoes in sight. I began to walk, bare feet shushing over the cement floor.
Rooms materialized as I pushed past their unmarked doors.
A dim hospital room. Shadowy figures hunched over a blinking bed, backs bent with grief. I made to move toward them, and a scrap of paper pirouetted down, landed on my naked foot. Another note.
"Don't touch them. You are Contagious. Come see us."
Double doors appeared. I stepped through.
Brilliant sunshine. Smoke and loam filled my mouth as the sun went shooting down beyond the edge of the world. A sudden bonfire lit the night. Silhouetted figures leaped in front of it, chanting, feeding the fire with bones and broken dolls. A faceless form broke away, came toward me, and said in a stone voice, "we cannot help you. You are Sick. Go see them."
The fire-licked night vanished, and I was in a cave, ceiling lost in blackness. The smooth, rippling walls groaned and sighed. Mouths in the pink, glimmery surface opened like wounds and spilt bile and blackened phlegm at my feet. I stumbled backward, wishing I'd found my shoes.
The floor heaved, and I rolled downhill, to the center of the cavern, to the base of their thrown where they sat twisted.
Los Angeles is mostly sunny.
In fact it's always sunny.
I walk in the early mornings and it's misty and fog rolls in from the coast and yet it's sunny.
It actually rained a few times but rain doesn't seem to last long in this desert.
There are(more) times when the sun doesn't come out-just hides behind those clouds, those same clouds that proclaim 'rain!' I can sometimes smell the rain, but it's just the neighbors sprinklers.(less)
heterochromia is what it's called
bipolarity like we're different edges of the earth
when one side is the sun and the alternative isn't even the moon
isn't even space maybe
the alternative is purgatory or a modern equivalent thereof
the moon is a double-sided coin at least
it h(more)as a light side
purgatory is something more solid than that
and it serves no better purpose either
none of this gravity shit, none of this tide control
purgatory just laps at all the desecrations
all the delicious little sins
just laps them with saliva that instigates bloodflow(less)