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The Ghioug River

22 Jul

Kathy always thought she was the forest floor without the movement.

Birds and various other creatures would scratch and pick at her skin but never really knew her intimately.
Kathy often wished a foal would desecrate her, anything that gave way to a moment between her and a living creature – a warm, loving moment between her and something real.
Hidden from the outside world underneath a blanket of damp muddy leaves Kathy longed for the light and warmth.
Time and time again Kathy was left wanting as chimps descended from the canopy only to relieve themselves in the Ghioug river.
Creatures of all sizes gathered at its stern bank to trade and groom. She watched from harmless distances as they washed in its consuming waters.

Oh how she dreamt of being the river. The mighty Ghioug river!

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Baptise me in the filth

22 Jul

Rain crashes; puddles forming where the sewer can’t handle the immediate flow of water. The reflecting traffic lights are broken by a wading businessman.

Greyscale faces are framed by beanies and scarves. Each face lonely and disinterested. Steam rises from their gaping mouths. They cough and splutter mucus on every immediate thing.

Tyres hiss as they pierce the sliding water. The bouncing lights dance and shuffle their way down the rush and into the sewer.

Horns sound in the distance.
Biting southern winds lift the trailing mist and blow it across my face.
Closing my eyes, I leave the moisture to run down my face and drip from my chin.

Minutes pass. I slowly emerge from a cold wet trance.

Across the way stands a department store; its gaping mouth sucking at everything that dares pass its lips.

Inside, neon lights fuse with the constant beats bulging from each store.

Dancing, sidestepping, I narrowly miss hoards of made up women.

I imagine maggots crawling from their skin.

Thousands of maggots falling from the pores of made up women.

Each step sounds like the bite of a crunchy breakfast cereal; deafening, uneven, uncomfortable to hear.

Each step killing a thousand pores.

I picture them dancing to soulless music, applying make up to their decaying faces, swinging their heads; flowing hair falling over their shoulders.

Spurts of giggles explode from their throats.

Clumps of lave spew into the sink.

A night in the muck suits me much more than another second here in the lights of the beast. I want to burst out of its belly and feel the oily water splash and soak on my jeans as I run from thought.

Torrents of filth engulf the streets. Smells wash through the sewers, carrying me, making me unfathomable to other living souls.

Baptise me in the filth.

Morning Tea Conversation

10 Jun

“Hi Jen!” Belinda almost yelled.
“Oh, hi Belinda” Jen said burying her head into her shoulder.
“Have you seen this weekends weather?” Belinda continued, almost wetting herself with excitement.
“No, I haven’t” Jen replied, this time with an even more uninterested tone.
Belinda didn’t notice. She placed the tea towel into the mug and began swirling it around.
“Well, it’s going o be 15 and sunny!” Belinda continued looking up at an invisible sun.
‘Wow’ thought Jen. Another exciting weekend for Belinda and her bland husband.
She wondered what excitement they’d get up to this weekend? Another farmer’s market? A drive to the coast? Maybe even a picture show?
“Robert and I are going to the country to stay with his brother Gary.” said Belinda, breaking Jen’s train of thought.

“You know what I’m doing?” Jen quickly snapped.
She had had enough.

“I’m going to wait for my man Luke on the bench in the kitchen. I’ll hoist my skirt to my waist and place my legs on the table. When he enters the room I’ll take to my vagina with a knife and scream ‘why do you hate it?’ ”

There was silence in the small office kitchen.

Belinda stood still.
Her face dropped.
She leaned close to Jen and whispered “So you’ve seen our video?”