how sweet this sorrow

YOU TRY AND REASON WITH THE HOUSE , TRY TO HOLD YOUR HEART OUT IN YOUR HANDS . PLEADING AND UNBECOMING ALL THAT YOU WHERE BEFORE YOU CAME UPON ITS THRESHOLD. YOU ARE BECOMING A FOOL - BUT YOU ALL SO BADLY WANT TO BE HELD . BUT THE HOUSE IS SPEAKING IN GAMES , AND YOU DO NOT KNOW IF YOU WILL BE ABLE TO WIN.

THE HOUSE LOOKS OUT TO YOU , COUNTING YOUR BREATH AND SEEING YOU A FOOL. THE HOUSE LOOKS OUT TO YOU AND THINKS OF ALL THE WAYS IT COULD TAKE YOU APART AND IT SEES AN EGO THINKING IT COULD TRESPASS . THE HOUSE LOOKS OUT AT YOU AND THE HOUSE FOCUSES ON DEMANDS . TONIGHT IT WOULD EAT , IT WOULD BECOME AS IT ALWAYS SHOULD OF HAVE BEEN.

THE DOOR OPENS AND YOU RUSH IN . YOU SEE GLORY AND YOU SEE HOPE . YOU GO IN AND YOU FALL INTO CARPET LIKE A DRUNKARD DOES ON THE STREET. YOU ARE TOUCHING AND YOU ARE FEELING , YOU ARE STRIPPING AND RUNNING TO SHOWER. TOWEL DRYING GLEE AS YOU SEE THE KITCHEN FILLED OF DELIGHTS. YOU ARE GOING IN AND OUT OF ROOMS TILL YOU CRASH INTO ANOTHER.

" WHO ARE YOU ? " YOU ASK THIS MAN , FOOLISH ENOUGH TO THINK THIS PARADISE WAS FOR YOU ALONE. YOU. YOU GRAB HIM BY HIS SHIRT AND YOU THROW HIM AGAINST WALL. " WHO ARE YOU ? " ASK AGAIN MOUTH ROUGH AND HANDS TURNING TO FISTS.

" I AM THE HOUSE - IN WHICH YOU RUN AROUND. " HE PUSHES YOU BACK AND YOU FEEL A FORCE YOU HAVE NEVER FELT BEFORE. LIKE GOD HAD A HAND ON YOU , WANTING TO SEE JUST HOW MUCH BEFORE YOU'D FALL APART.

dedicated to @nosebleedclub 's prompt " little bunny - " a saga dated december twenty-fifth , twenty-twenty-three .

god takes out his eyes before he drowns, and leaves them with time to give to her child. time looks to them - broken hearted and gives them to her daughter, who puts them right into her mouth. swallowing whole - the nature of knowing . and time watches the eyes grow into roots to make her child a function of consequence . spreading her apart into thirds . the past that haunts , the present that wavers , and the future that believes.

the angles lament , they fall and they change . and even lucifer is crazed - for he only fell because he loved god and did not want to share. he pulls his wings out for he now had nothing to fly back and leaves a cesspool of dread in his steps over earth. raphael does not cure the plagues but briths new ones. holds her mouth so wide that she fills herself on the waters. leaving man parched with simper faced delight.

micheal takes the sword and kills himself. for if not for god there was no reason to guard man from sin and terror. while gabriel proclaims god's last words with such menace the world begins to cave. fate is god and if god is dead there is nothing to hold one up - for chance is a brutal bride that would oft take your head .

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Hiveword - Helps to research any topic to write about (has other resources, too);

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Crime Reads - Get inspired before writing a crime scene;

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the icarus complex

the house is a body , a person , a man , a lover , and a maze so hungry to hold. - it s a bloodied man stealing hearts to make what he has lost. a fix of heroine sinking sprits to make itself seem grander. the house is a body that wants to be filled , to drink down god and have him sit within its palm. the house is a man that grew on the boy-god he made and fell in love with. the house is a sad man lost on verse of poem it writes to a god that will no look back.

  the stage is set : a man- made god and a man simple,  both in mutual cannibalism . you do not understand why the house brought him in , nor what reason it has become softer and lets him hold you but you appreciate the tenderness.  you’re an open cavity waiting to be filled and he slips in between your veins to inhale , to exist and to make you remember. heavy is the crown of divinity but how sweet is the soft mouth of worship.  

you settle over him ,  body pushing up his . and he throws himself back at you. hands under shirt tracing skin in loud turns wanting to shuffle in below the surface. a god needs to feed and a god needs to be fed. and so you both bite into each other - seen rabid dogs on the heel of a fall.

and you treat his body like a table of ruins . an heirloom you’d found after years. and thus , fingers congregate at the nerves to suckle out any shape of another he may have lots inside of himself . leaving his  mouth to dive  over you,  manic and drawn out like a beasts. he is on fire , on brittle bones breaking to have you inside. and when you feel the madness your mouth breaks to smile . how sweet was it to see the other in your color. you are not a kind god any longer . how many dead things before a boy becomes a sword. and so you hack into him , drinking down his resolve as he slips in deeper.

there is no healing out of what you’ve been placed into ,    and so you lay on each other spitting out tar in place of love . cauterizing your bleeding hearts to abandon all sense of decorum.  you are in state of ending the last bits of purity you knew and oh how glad you are to be rid of it.

the heart pumps blood with a rhythm determined by a marksman , danced around prior to the animals ritual sacrifice.  tragedy is no simple manner , and there are manny definitions some of which are incompatible with each other.  a human like body  , monstrous serpent god does not need or benefit from worship.  yet he imprisoned by the king threatened with death fell in conflict with the explosion of a supernova. bringing order by having messages from ghost intervene ,  deleting text thus imparting new meaning through  the continued sequence of existence . 

so i was really close on giving up on writing .  but then i thought to write the changing house in a different way and we came up here and maybe sometimes writing something in a strange way that is trying to be something else but isn’t exactly helps ?!?!?!   so here are  script  pages ( wrongly formatted ) from the changing house