Alien

The Summary

In life it is sometimes easy to manipulate your worst fears and memories. The crash that splintered your vision can be warped and slowed down, replayed behind your retinas until it makes you sick. The heart-stopping skid of your breaks, friction on your tires so hot that the rubber burns, smokes. Approaching collision as if skating across ice, realizing too late what lies ahead. The impact. Metal bends inward with delicate slowness, twisting like a professional contortionist. Your tiny life's vehicle compacts in around you, splintered glass flying so close to your face that you can see the minute fractures, refracted light glinting in a rainbow across every surface, beautiful and sharp in its deadliness.

As the glass shatters around you, the walls you felt safe inside crumble, decimated and destroyed. You wonder, briefly, whether or not you collided with something possible, instead of something akin to the atom bomb, igniting in each of your senses. You're not sure if you are screaming, not even sure whether or not you are breathing as you crushed out through the glass from the crash and slammed onto the pavement.

When it's finally over, you can only hear the sound of your heart pounding in the lush thick silence, as if you are the only survivor left in a field of dead. Left to die alone. The images are already flipping through your mind, an instant replay that you're both appalled and fascinated by.

Movement seems impossible but before you even know that the horror is over you're staggering to your feet and looking at the ruins of your life, the rubble and destruction. Your life now dust disintigrating on the wind. A smear on the asphalt.

The border between this strange and cruel new life and the one ruined in the wreckage is jagged and thin. All it took was that infinite split second as you were thrown through the sheet of glass, a thin barrier between two different worlds. Even as you watched your shadow slide beneath your body in the air, sprawled ike the wings of a bird, everything you had ever known had been left behind.

Beyond that thin and thorny veneer is a wasteland, and those who have entered its territory have left it feeling different, almost like a new species.

Alien.

The First Chapter

Vista

My life is neither perfect

Nor horrible.

Like any beautiful landscape

The scope of it contains

Both ups and downs.

But still these rambles

Through thick and tall grass

Seem aimless

And endless.

Identity

Am I the sapling,

Bending in the wind

And laughing at the

Futility of the brute force?

Am I the crouched, smooth

And unyielding elder,

Quiet and steadfast

In the face of the gale?

Tremors

A lightning kiss lights up my eyes

While thunder hides in neat disguise

And screams so loud that my heart shies,

Crying as impulses lie.

Raving through and through my veins,

Storms turn knots to iron chains,

Unleashing fast the flood detained,

Sureness sluicing down the drains,

Twisting, thrashing wind and rage

Rip inside organic cage,

Tipping up the pressure gage,

Letting loose all thoughts deranged.

Now softly set, yet still insisting,

I never even thought resisting

Could be so hard, so finely misting,

Could make you love, despite the sting.

The Fruit of a Glance

Smoke curling inside me-

A snake in Eden

Beckoning me to taste

The flesh of of his apple.

What he doesn't know

Is that I have already

Tasted the flesh of sin.

I have let it delve deep

Into me,

I have licked the sweetness

From the taut, tight flesh.

And already I want

You again.

The Rave

My hips move the world

On top of this table.

I sling the orbit of

The earth around my thighs

Like a hula hoop.

Lips and hands

Feel so good

And I let them touch.

I let them be teased.

Unaware

I left her idling

In the street.

The front door knob

Still held no heat

As my hand pushed it in,

To gain entry to the lion's den.

Lying in wait with

Pricked up ears.

He listened hard

Just to hear

The coming of his prey.

Still in silence he lay.