Icarus's blog: "Just South of Blue."

I was walking along a pebble shore.
Shale, and glossy stone clawing into my canvas shoes.
Like a coy, cherry assassin.
Too eager to bite my tender feet.

I felt the mad want to taste the waters.
Bathe in the ichor.
Plunge into the bubbling muck
as the torrent crushes me against turbine
and broken bottles discarded by a thousand teenagers
high on bitch beer and sugary tonics
with their endless beats, and wild claims of adequacy

A candy island separated by reasonable fear and the foggy recollection of
better
times.

Breath is out.
Sky is falling.
And there's nothing but starving frenzied tribals on every side.

It all became so dirty, rusted and sharp.
A walk-in hazard.
With no doors or windows.

A heaving sea of filth and vermin comes roiling forth
Waves of squealing rodents, mangled on cannibal impulse
cascades of unwashed fornicating pigs
and the undulating reach of ulcerous sightless grubs

Amassing.
Crushing.
Breaching.