Welcome to the Kill Zone: "Incessant"

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That's it, let it all out. Let the waterworks flow, get it out of your system. Are you finished? Now we can begin. If I divide by zero does the universe implode? If I drain these walls of years of insane banter what then will make me worse? Is there a whole totality to all of this? Humanity, in its quest to reach its peak, has created several ways to destroy itself and oftentimes congratulates itself for it. First we destroy our houses, then our schools, our jobs and when we have destroyed everything in our path, we destroy our spirits. We destroy each other in so many ways, some like a saccharine tasting wine while some, a brutal yet intense connection. And of course being the theatrical beings that we are, let everything build up while our eyes are closed. We let ourselves get comfortable in our own skin first. And once everything has settled and the guarding eye becomes complacent, we destroy ourselves with one fell swoop. We cut off each others wings and laugh at each others bloody backs, all of us smiling as we do. We spray each others eyes with acid and push ourselves into brick walls. We smash our own faces, whether we do it ourselves or with a little help from others. We destroy that we detest, and become monsters ourselves in the process. Look. An airplane you're flying on's right engine has burst into flames. a quick gust of wind slaps your face, and all you see are bits and pieces of what used to be the airplane's interior flying in front of you. People are being sucked into what seems like a hole in the wall. You see the expressions on their faces and hear their screams as they soar through the air. You notice a relative hanging onto your seat, with his or her weight slowly pulling your seat into the rip in the airplane. All this in under five seconds. What do you do?

Saturday, August 27, 2016

"Incessant"

A short story by Marvin Covar

Sometimes I still look at the postcards from Russia you used to send me. Or was it the postits you've left on my table? Sometimes I forget it's been decades since you left my side. To be truthful, it seems only yesterday.

Your side of the bed has been cold for years yet it still feels warm to my touch. It's as if you never left. Am i going crazy or does the ghost of your memory still haunt me? I had my breakfast at the garden today and I could have sworn I heard you sobbing like an echo inside my head. I could have sworn it was real. Why must your absence haunt me so?

Today, I could have sworn I felt your breath on my nape. It made the hairs on the back of my beck stand on end. Like you were standing right next to me. it felt so real, which is why it stings all the more. Today, I jumped from a cliff in Guatamela. And just before i hit the jagged rocks, I heard your voice again, albeit different. You were no longer sobbing. In its place, I heard you laughing.

The End.

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