A short free-form piece I did for uni
Merv, me old mate, there’s a darkness at the end of the library
It’s Fuchsia seconds before death, Flay with his knocking knees
Those twins with nary an expression between them
Did you really draw propaganda for the war effort?
Is the ghost of that time creeping out the darkness?
Merv, me old mate, me and Titus are heading down the freeway
There’s no life left in that old place
Damned be you that toils in the kitchen
Finding life in a crawlspace, making do with the ossified and stale
It was a signature moment in literature, Merv
Fuchsia falling from that height, the water drowning her at its leisure
The ugly girl that wasn’t ugly
She was a beauty trapped on the far side of the moon, invisible to all
You killed off all the women, Merv
Save the Countess, whom the cats could not be without
Cora and Clarice met their maker, whoever he may be
Nanny Slagg turned to dust, after a lifetime eating it
Keda, poor Keda, was that a million or a billion volts?
That darkness in the library is chasing us, Merv me old mate
You write “painterly descriptions” said one critic
Describe this darkness then, before it consumes us
Or you leave this life incomplete