Last Night's MotorwayI'm in a lecture, so I probably shouldn't be writing this.I guess you wouldn't care. Last night, we walkedBetween the motorway and dark woodsInches from death. You felt aliveI was scared. I kept thinking of falling, flying,Or you turning on me. You stood at the gate,trying to decide if you wanted to climb over.I pulled you back.Playgrounds are cursed at night. Haunted,Without the children that keep them pure.Our souls couldn't nourish them, not anymore.I might be mad, wandering here with you,It isn't the first time I've done this.Before she went to hospital, before I sent herthere, with the paedophile in the next bed,We wandered down a country lane. It was early. No one knew where we were.There was a rabbit that had been hit by a car.I stood there, waiting for the next one, as shecrouched, examining it with bare hands.I felt sick, like I did on that bridge,watching the lorries speed down b
Rendel and Lydon AUHello, I'm Rendel. I play football and go to the gym. I don't care about fashion, half the time I forget to wash my hair, let alone get it styled. I don't prance around like a five year old girl, or talk as though I've breathed in helium. I've got my own life, just like you, and I hang out with my friends in the pub. I drink beer, lots of it sometimes. I hang out with other guys. I'm normal. A normal guy. I'm just in love with Lydon. Now he's dying, and I don't know what to do.I guess that's why I'm writing this. A journal, so that when I can look back, I can remember how I felt, what he was like. I wish I'd started it earlier, then maybe I would be able to show you just how much he means to me, how amazing he was. How much we love each other.Now he's just lying in hospital, hooked up to machines. He coughs so hard he can hardly breathe, and his handkerchief comes back spotted with blood. He's weak now. He gets out
Scary StoryIt was dark, dawn would be a few minutes yet. I stood there, amongst the bodies, covered in blood. There had been a monster there tonight, slaughtering my family. It had killed them without mercy, splattering blood over the walls. I'd been left here, curled up in my dress, staring in the mirror. I could only look at it in the mirror. If I turned around, I'd have to look at those sightless eyes, know they'd never smile at me again. There were scratches, cuts down my arm in the mirror. I shuddered, glancing down, and managed to make out what they said. I wiped at it with shirt, making the message clearer. "KILLER". I smiled in the mirror, and my sharp teeth glinted in the early morning light.