Chocolate

I begin shaking
hand trembling
face reddening
thoughts muddling
closing in on me
my head, my drama
hardening
around my eyes,
voices fading into distance,
distorting thoughts, images,
realities, this is very much like
trip, I think, like tripping, in that
it was very much like a trip, I think,
out of it,

I am once in shambles
I am afraid tho I say nothing

I am waiting to die.

Call

living sigil hyper-sigil
five men five motives
small fishing town
the year is 1922
something amiss (no french fries)
missing bodies
impenetrable darkness
gas lantern vigils
in the night,
crashing waves on the shore
bitter cold hurricane winds

soon it'll be morning
soon the act will be up,
the horror the doom,

the unknown--

"the oldest and strongest emotion of mankind..."

fear.