The last day here

I've decided that it is time for me to leave this place, and seek peace and another place before I leave though I will leave behind my clothes and seek to leave behind the pestilence that has followed me for years.  I will wait until the dead of night and leave behind my clothes, and my world here, which in truth is rather small.  I walk outside, and I see a man leaving castle Apartments with a bloody knife.  His work is none of my business so I leave him to his iniquity.  I walk as far as I can go until eventually I am outside of the city and in the woods.  Completely naked in the face of nature.  Thankfully, it's May so I'm not too cold.  Eventually, I'll have to steal some clothes, but for now I think I'll be fine.  For it is my lot to run furiously from place to place, as I am dislodged forever from community, and exist in the solitude between worlds.

My Vacation

By the beach the water lapped up against my feet, and I stared into the deep mist of the Irish Sea.  I go swimming in the cold water, and I feel it's freeze dig into me.  It feels peaceful at first, but I can feel the feel the soon to be impotent fury of nature against man gathering in the depths below.  I feel the tide begin to pull me, and for a few harrowing moments I struggle against the old tide as it seeks to pull me away.  My father is trying to figure out a way to come get me.  I have to stop struggling or I'll fade so I work to stop myself from being pulled under, and I swim into the current as a it tugs me far and wide from my vacation.  Eventually, I wash up on another shore, and it takes a day for my parents to come get me.  I will not as I live forget the fury of nature.

A Prime Time

A awake in the glory of my actions taken for my own security.  None of those mentioned have come to visit me, and I am left to my quiet decrepitude.  I walk outside and go about walking among the other people at exactly 4:01 in the afternoon I observe a boy return from a bus, and walk with a quiet ease back toward the orphanage.  He looks like me and my youth: dejected yet strong.  I walk back to the abandoned building that is my home, and I sleep for a few hours when I walk night is beginning to fall, and I step back outside there I see a few of my old friends who are coming toward me with apologies on the their faces.  They all walk up to me and speak the holy words that can still the wildest hearts in their hardest furies.  After what I have done they say that they will let me alone, and I accept their words.  Peace is all I have ever asked for, but war is what I have always sought.  Perhaps now I can seek my peace.

Perfect Stillness

     The air is perfectly tranquilized, and feels eviscerate and enclosing.  It is a day for ghosts to haunt the streets.  I walked outside of my place the bed bugs receding into their old places.  Those who have come to seek me will sit nursing their wounds for a time, and they will come again to ask me to return to my old ways.  But I will not awake the old ghosts, and crawl backwards into an old bird that is my basest self.  I walk into the clinic and see a woman working she looks tired, and is wearing scrubs that are worn out.  I can see that she's treating my old friend.  I wait for her to step away for a moment then walk up like an old ghost.  He sees me, and his eyes light up with an inexplicable terror.  "Don't bother me anymore."  I walk away from him, and leave him to the mercy of the hospital.  I have given him a choice I hope he chooses it.

In My Own Time

     We walk carefully along the edge of the fence careful not too look inside and give ourselves away.  The guards are bored, and have become accustomed to the silence in the past few weeks.  In my bag I'm carrying it, the instrument of power, that will drive them to the far shores of Ireland where they will scrabble for their boats, and ride back across the old channel.  I get to the front gate where I can see that a few of my own countrymen stand waiting.  There are enough of them to momentarily block the guard view so I can hand my bag to a man I know give him a knowing look for a moment and walk out.  Ten minutes later their is a cascading explosion, and it is a spectacle for all too see.  What I birthed in silence would one day silence me.

Muggin...

I walk down Quincy wearing a black mask.  I have to hide my face now until I can make my get away.  I know where my old friends are staying.  They're in a few tents in Sherwood Park.  I walk into the park the trees give me cover.  I see a figure shrouded and hidden like me.  I walk up to them as quietly as I can.  I move carefully so as not to wake the man sleeping nearby on the ground.  Now it has come my moment of truth.........

I'm running as fast as I can as a body bleeds behind me.  It was dark so I cannot be sure if my target was right.  I cannot go back to the building in which I have stayed so I go a ways down willow lane and put myself to sleep.  I think I have lost the bugs in my runnings.

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Something has arrived here more terrifying than the pests that crawl across my skin, my friends.  I gaze upon them from my hidden place as the approach my door.  I'm not sure how they found me.  They have arrived here on my doorstep so now I must answer them.  I walk to the door with leaden feet, and body that trembles with paralysis.  I open the door.  "Hello Pest how have you been?" It's my friend John he looks the same except for the scar that that last bomb left on his face.  "Listen we thought about what you did last time we saw you, and well, we'd like to forgive you." There was a look of expectation on their faces, but what they wanted was something I could not give without further marring myself.  "I can't do it anymore." I begged them as furiously as I was able until John silenced me with a fist.  I fell back onto the ground and felt broken glass slide into my back, and could feel a little blood pooling around me.  They know that I'll pick myself up so they just walkaway.  I can't build again.  Once I did it for a cause, but when I saw my work I ran.  They know where I am now I can either leave or do what they tell me.