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The Mind Lance
Trance
A broken mind and a chained soul scream out in agony as the mind is further crushed and the chains tighten,
A beautiful writhing of pain and anguish linger under the surface of a madman, an angry no one, plastered on the walls of his mind,
A constant shuffling in the dark that never ceases, caged inside his feeble head, curses falling on dead and deaf ears of hatred,
A searching for something that can be found, the illusion of grandeur that will surely never come, and the incredible longing,
An escape is all, just one, as he sits caged and demoned he rattles the bars and shakes his mind trying to get away, away, away from it all,
An impossibility they say that the madmen can never feel pain, that they can never escape that which they don't even fear,
A misconception, interlocking with their own fears leave uncaged madmen longing at unknown shores next to cages exploded and dead and gone,
A mad man taken for a madman caged and howling against the unbidden torture and misery for the end that will, can never come,
A closing of the mind a temporary release only for the moment but let the madman's moments last forever as he is for the now free,
A freedom he might never see or find again in the cage of no bars of no doors of no nothing but of nothing itself,
An excellent escape from the world that betrayed him that beguiled him that crushed and maimed him he is lost in a trance,
Chance
It moves him it shakes him the trance and opens him opens the cage if just for a single moment in time ready to snap shut,
It soothes him, makes him forget the pain forget the cage forget it all in a pure moment of complete blank ecstasy that is almost gone,
It cures him if only for the moment and gives him a glimpse of how it could have been how it all could have worked out,
It leaves him standing there, shivering naked in the dark when it has left him left him for an ever that will last forever,
It breaks him even more and leaves him worse than before before he went through it all all the newness and the cage,
It makes him relive it all once it is gone relive all the pain feel the mind crushing and feel the chains tighten and bruising,
It opens him up like a scalpel through the heart of the mind where everything collides together where everything connects,
It gives him something unexpected a gift a blessed forsaken gift a reason to keep on shaking the bars that aren't there,
It somehow pulls him deeper and deeper into the cage the bars the mindless blown misery that does not open for anyone but,
It changes him the madman into something more animal less human more or less savage and primal instincts rule the world shattering,
It also creates a hole an opening a tiny pinprick of its exit only for a split instant an escape a trivial but oh-so-opportunistic chance,
Dance
He sticks a finger in the chance and wriggles out and forces a bigger hole one that can be gaping without gaping that screams horrors silently,
He follows it out of the cage crawling limping running for something anything that can be found by hands still shaking in ecstasy in disbelief,
He stands on an unknown shore the cage wasted by his side the people passing by seeing him still bound and beaten inside,
He watches their blind glances his way as they walk around in giant and tiny circles to nowhere doing nothing,
He feels the coolness of the sun massaging his back his neck his exposed skin showing flashes of colour and gone again,
He remembers what had happened and how it had hurt and who it had affected and what exactly was its effect,
He plunders his mind for the answers that wouldn't would never come and then looked around at the shore,
He rejoices at the wrecked cage beside him and it flying away from him toward the next shore and the next cage,
He screams and sighs not of pain and sadness but of joy and saturation where he never felt it before anything,
He senses his body swaying and moving but doesn't know why none of the people walking past not seeing him are moving,
He moves and sways and nearly falls but crashes around in a staggerstep and is locked in a ragged and unsure dance,
Glance
But he staggers too hard and breaks a knee a leg a hip a foot a whatever-you-call-it in his confused dance,
But doesn't feel it until it's far too late far too gone far too nasty and unsure of what to do with it,
But can't stop the moving the lockstep the body's expression of itself in movement,
But grows angry at his feet that won't stop won't listen won't shut up won't give a damn about what he wants,
But is unable to do anything about it which makes him angrier and more furious at the feet and the whatever-you-call-it,
But staggers on growing more and more wild and angry with every step and touch and movement while nobody cares about a madman,
But the madman takes over the mad man and drives the feet closer and farther but closer to the cage,
But makes him fall a huge ball of rage into the cage his emotions eating him alive his flesh his bones his prowess,
But again the madman is helpless to stop it at all and angrily feels the pain and chains reach out to consume him,
But fights against them, against everything, against the infernal machine that threatened and tried to take him just for one thought,
But realises in that thought that the entire thing all of the emotions were just it letting him peek and have a glance.
of One Million Monkeys Typing, a collaborative writing project
No.
I was actually thinking of your avatar.
Then, of fireworks.
Then of Mariama's avatar. Then, I just figured, what the heck, I'll ask a few people if their avatars are them. And lo and behold, some o' 'em are...ish.
~~Collin
How much does your avatar look like you?
Sincerely,
Collin