Sweven

March 1st

Bender
We mean to leap, just for the thrill, from a platform too tall and thin. A meaty man comes to stand at the top with us. The tower bends. Clench arms and legs round warped metal. We near slingshot off as the heavier one falls from the platform. Tower stands. Platform stills. Now comes our time to trust and leap, saved only by a bungee cord. Now, to the next thrill.

Swift Step Out
We are in line, for hours it seems. Step. Step. Step. Wait. This slow torment for a chance to enjoy a concert by Taylor Swift. Taylor Swift? Why am I here? Step out of line. Pass my ticket to a passer-by. Explore the streets of this strange city instead.

Street Steaks
Snow stands high. Sister and I sleigh ride until we shiver. She sparks a fire in a giant pothole mid street. We gather round to warm. Suddenly sister is grilling steaks over the street hole. A Studebaker slows and circles every so often. Keep our eyes sharp as steaks sizzle.

Lake Blanket
Waken to the warmth of sun upon my face and the chill of water about my body. I sleep on the sand. Except for my head, my entire body is covered by a crystal sleek blanket of lake. I am rested, languid, naked. People pass. Some stretch their claws my way. With a pacific hiss remind them that my nakedness is not an invitation. They heed.

Flat Collapse
A wide, flat construction collapses. I see it with my dusty eyes. I feel it with my rusty soul. Far too many died. Try to out run the memory. Everywhere I go it follows me on television, on my phone, on the lips of morbid creatures.

Tri Job
Skittering again through familiar halls. Happy to return, dutifully I perform the tasks of my three jobs. Should be overwhelmed but oddly, I am not. A jumble of patterns smooths the madness.

Collapse
She flips her phone my way, "Look at this!" Upon the screen is a booming crash and broken screams. Turn my face away. "I dreamed that just last night. I'm afraid I'm starting to get precognitive dreams," comes the quietest of confessions. She thinks it's a great, god granted gift. It is not a gift if all such dreams are of future disasters.