VIOLET SUNSET (2008)
Fragmented memories of a dancer with black hair swirled in my memory like a ghost. I woke up in a puddle of sweat and confusion. I drank it away with an aspirin and a cup of coffee. Reality crept back in like a festering wound.
Shoes shined, suit pressed.
The smell of violets surrounded me like a fog, tainting my memories as I tried to work. Papers melted into ice cream, the computer screen glowed like a talisman. My eyes adjusted to this fantasy world and I drifted away... Her voice like honey in my ear, hummingbirds swimming through the fragranced air like syrup. I reached up to touch her face and she melted away...icicles dripping into my hand like illusionary psalms being sung to a god of spun sugar and stardust. I awoke to the taste of candy in my mouth and a headache. Seems all I do these days is sleep.
Dreams or nightmares? What distinguishes the two? Alone in my apartment, the glowing of the television kept me company as I tried to stay awake. Hallucinations whispered novels into my brain as the faces on the screen all morphed into the woman with black hair. Licorice tendons screaming my name through a wall of cotton candy.
Mutable signs, Aquarius rising.
I went to the pharmacy and bought myself some caffeine pills. Tomorrow I had work that needed to be accomplished; I couldn't be dozing off and playing mental Candy Land. I fell asleep that night to the love letters of a black haired woman being read into my eardrums. Ghosts of past lovers grabbed onto my coat as I walked to work the next morning; their screams of torment fell on dead ears as I walked through the violet scented fog that surrounded me. The wounds on my wrists bled out past my coat jacket and I licked the blood from my skin.
Metallic candy in mouths of sinners. I took the entire box of pills throughout the course of the day, my hands shaking and my face drained. People stared at me and whispered; but I paid no mind. The black haired woman followed me and sang reassurances to me. Her hands felt like satin and her lips were of silk. I couldn't sleep that night, jittery and alert. The scent of violets began to suffocate me, so I stepped outside. On the roof, all I could see was a violet sunset at midnight. I stepped onto the ledge and walked towards it, enveloped into the arms of my black haired dancer.
Blood tastes like candy when you hit the cement.
