only the trees

Before him were
only the trees and
his lunch. Wrapped tightly
in old kitchen paper.
The air was wet and heavy.
And lightning lit the sky
And threw shadows
that drew closer together
taking on a familiar shape.
And it slunk towards him.
This shadow-being.
And fell on his lap.
Its small torso against
his bony chest
like someone he once loved.
He rocked himself gently
back and forth.
And his left arm twitched
across the grass;
his hand closed around
the bundle in front of him.
And squeezed it until
the sludge oozed between his fingers
and dripped from them like love.

excerpts from bram stoker's dracula

When first the Professor's eye had lit upon him, he had been angry at his interruption at such a time, but now, as he took in his stalwart proportions and recognized the strong young manhood which seemed to emanate from him, his eyes gleamed. Without a pause he said to him as he held out his hand...

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I did not see the application and told him so. For reply he reached over and took my ear in his hand and pulled it playfully, as he used long ago to do at lectures, and said, "The good husbandman tell you so then because he knows, but not till then..."


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Poor fellow! He looked desperately sad and broken. Even his stalwart manhood seemed to have shrunk somewhat under the strain of his much-tried emotions.




perhaps bram unwittingly fancied a young stalwart manhood up his bottom.

her house

You are there. In her house. Among the wet paint smells. There is a mouth on the wall. There are eyes on the floor. They watch you. You close yours and dance as you did before. The eyes shut themselves and you become muddy impressions on their lids. The mouth opens and a tongue unrolls like a rough pink carpet. You step onto it. The tongue quivers under your feet. And disappears, taking you with it. You lose consciousness.

You wake and feel as though you are seeing the world for the first time. You see your mouth. It hangs open, as if in shock.

And you wait for her to come home.