Man In The Radiator

  Soulless Today/Soulless Tomorrow I’m birthed from a fatal collision. Body fluids and self-destroyed flesh, Smeared and splattered all over fragmented concrete. Leaden guts color the horizon, Great arches erected from twisted, pulled musculature And spackled together with fetal tissue Cracks in the ground bubbling over with embryonic fluids  My malformed, hairless head dangling from an erupting umbilical cord Wrapped around a cloud.  Scraped at and gored with dead tree branches, Falling around my premature corpse, The shredding terrors of existence pulls me in.  What is this? A voice, a faceless presence, a sardonically dancing mask, Weaving through the air without form, Parading around the stars, Fills my mouth with dirt  And pulls my loosening veins  Out from my dismantled wrists. Pinned in the crumbling, tempest air I’m made witness to the grand assault on everything. The air in flames I’m stuck in bed.  Piping through the moldy wall crevices Comes an invitation to nothingness.  Le

Dream of the Barbed Wire People  - Part Two The second part of a short story I am in the middle of working on. It started off as an attempt on my part to recount an excessively and unnervingly violent dream I had, but now it has taken shape as something else. I have no plan for this, really. Maybe the next part will be the last - maybe I'll never get to the titular "barbed wire people", or maybe I'll just never actually finish this story. I don't really care, no one else cares. There is no around.  art by Chris Mars Part Two: The Treatment       After all presently remembered and once repressed memories of childhood, hypnogenic issues, and past nightmares and everything pertaining to them were all neatly "organized, boxed up, and accounted for", as the doctor put it, it was time to begin the actual treatment itself. A series of trials, Doctor Severin told me as an almost veiled threat, was what I likely had to endure moving forward. And endure them I did