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Routine

I count every beat,
Step, tick-tock.
I tap the counter,
Uneven nails and
Click my tongue.
Routine is good,
I whisper to barely hanging lights
It’s all just routine.
Routine is what keeps us
From doing things …
Crazy … things.
Like carving
A new face
With that pretty chefs knife …
Swirling along the blade
The way my brain
Spins in time
As
I count every beat,
Step, tick-tock.
I tap the counter,
With clack of that knife handle
And click my tongue.
No, no,
This will never do …
Just not …
Routine yet
Which keeps us
From doing things …
Nasty … things.
Like stringing up
That boy …
Maybe by the groin?
And running far away …

Today’s random word is excess (as in there is an excess of crazy in this piece), provided by the random word generator

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Static Scream

WordPress Daily Prompt – Static

It’s something like a freak show circus I’ve found myself in. Abandoned yet moving. The carousel spins, fragmented lullabies cracking like whips over wind.

What is this place again?

Tents in disarray line dirt paths stomped clear.

Come one! Come all! Come in here!

Something compels me, moves me, towards the red door though I’m gripped with fear. I know what I’ll find here.

A fun house of eerie sorts. A man in a chair hanging from the ceiling as he reads his paper. Fido hangs barely alive beside the growing static noise.

Here the world is flipped. My heart is ripped.

Mommy dearest carries her butcher knife.

She cackles over the static scream.

“The children are in the pie. They eat good tonight.”


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