Tick Tock


Tick Tock.

It's dark in the cage--it's dark in the cage and it's dark in room and it's dark in the window and it's dark, dark, dark like nothing I don't quite remember because everything's so hazy and so blurry and so so so dark but that's okay because I can feel and taste and hear and smell even in the dark dark dark, and nothing can change that, oh no oh no oh no.

Tick Tock.

It's quiet in the cage--it's quiet in the cage and it's quiet in the ro--oh no, oh no oh no, won't get me started on that again, nope, not on that again because it's not really quiet and it's not really dark, because I can hear myself breathing and I can hear the chains rattling and I can see where the bars end and I can see where the moon is and I can see myself staring out the window--green and the moon and green and the moon until it's just the same thing and the moon hangs white in the middle of my eyes where the black used to be so it's only green and green and green forever and ever in the reflection and the hammering howling moon can't run away anymore; nope nope, not anymore, not from me, oh no oh no oh no.

Tick Tock.

And it's not really dark and it's not really quiet because I can hear it; I can hear it and I have to tear my eyes away--damnit, sonofabitch moon got away again, sonofabitch got away and I'm going to have to chase it down again and show it who's boss, but that's alright because I don't feel like playing fox and mouse with the damned moon because I'd rather just snarl at it and scream at it and throw my head back and howl at it and scare it shitless so it never, never never comes back--I couldn't kill it if I caught it anyways, I couldn't kill it because everyone knows you can't kill the moon because if you could, if you could someone would have pulled that shit a long time ago and torn its belly wide so it rained down for forty days and forty ni--oh no, wrong story, oh shit but who cares because everything would be perfect and pretty, so pretty pretty pretty with the silver-white blood of the moon.

Tick Tock.

Tick tock tick tock--I can hear it, I can hear it but I can't see it and it's driving me crazy because I can hear it so I know it's in here out there with its stiff arms and its bulging hands and its still face with the staring numeral eyes and its ticking and its tocking and it's laughing at me because it thinks it's so great with its ticking and its tocking and its laughing and its mocking because it's out there and it's watching, it's watching me tug and tear and snap and snarl and bite bite bite so my teeth flash sparks off the chains and the bonds and leave blood spattered across my hands and--fuck. I hate hate hate hate hate it so I snarl and I tear and I bite bite bite till the blood fills my mouth it drips to the cage floor with that pang pang pang and then everything's alright, yes everything's alright, oh yes oh yes oh yes.

Tick Tock.