Ghosts II

I

Shots are fired...they instantly echo in my memory...shots fired in the past...echo in my memory of shots fired in the future

rage bent time shreds...like empty shell casings left behind in black alley skum water.

I am hauling my fat ass up this wet back street alley. Running as fast as I can carry my heaving bulk.

My heart is pounding and aching in my chest...but I am going to kill that little fucker. I was just crossing the road...no one better try to even think of killing this buddah.

I lost him for a bit and I jog weary down the piss and vomit garden or biocast excreflowers.

Past open back doors of sleezy bars and clubs...sure as shit the little fuck ducks in the first one that did not have a bouncer...

I am mobbed at the back door and cant push my sweaty girth through the crowd...people are giving me dirty looks.

I feel a sting in my ass and feel a wave of chemicals wash over me...I see the dark medical eyes of an asian girl who blankly affrims that I am now about to slip out of control...

I am tossled. Somesone screams and points at me...

A flashing light concusses off the walls with a orange and yellow throb...trails of neon pink and red tear my vision like cat claws...

There is a marine type dude drawing back his fist...and my vision explodes into painful fireworks.

I am being grabbed by a bouncer and thrown out the front door...the icy wind bites into my blood wet face...lights in the distance dance in menaceing patterns...I stumbele forward.

I am using the hate in my gut to lead me to that little fuck; I am going to kill that fucking fuck.

II

Space Bazar

"Who ever let these freaks into space...much less pilot their own ships", glint eyed, White Buzz quips from his angry smile shooting his remark to his co-pilot.
"Target practice at the Koran...and my CO is french kissing a god damned book..."

A mismatched caravan of cargo cruisers lift off and float around chaotically nearly colldiding several times. A ground man is screaming frustrated commands to a pilot who appears to be grokked out of his mind on cheap VatWine.

After more near misses...20 mins later...

Glad to see them go the caravan smoothly slips into the distance...

...no one suspects the cargo they carry is so illegal.

III

I was tired of running.

I can relax now

Finally safe as I bleed out

If anyone would have told me it felt this good to be caught...to end the running...I would have let them catch me years ago.

Ahhhhhhh...uhh....Ahhhhhhhhhhh

Damn you Fat Man...you will deny me even the last moments of defeats peace...

YOU ARE BETTER DEAD...FOR HOME IN JAPAN YOU ARE DISGRACED. THIS ONE WAS PAID FOR BY YOUR MOTHER.

my breath escaped like a bird and flew free in mothers mercy...

IV

Traffic

Souls

ships

its all traffic in this strange place

V

"I got twenty-thrity mins." Her blue eyes were riveted on mine...Space Heat

damn, she smelled awful. Must have been days since she bathed. She had been picking up spare shifts.

My hands were sliding over her smooth skin as she slipped out of her green work suit. Her legs were straddling me and I was holding her in the air as she writhed on me...

......

praying mantis play taunt spider webs and green liquid fibers that drip down in glowing translucence...tin like chimes of accidental biological resonance, unintended noise...made music of insect lust...larval orgy

beating on bettles...bettles on their backs with large drum sticks tied to their feet beat out a frantic rhytm on their quickly becoming hollow shells as spiders radidly suck out the goo.

VI

Thick globs of urine thinned excrement drip through a soaked body rag and drop through a wire cage floor exploding on hollow plumbing ducts that lead deep into the bowels of the cargo ship...the thick viscous drops stike with a sound that is sustained for a fraction of a second as the fluid slowly flows past.

It hangs from chains

twists around

chilly lowgravity and heavy traquiliezers

you can hear its cry

Her eyes are crossed with greed and compassion...it seems so helpless but is worth so much money to the bile merchants.

Slavery...but worse...Crime so forbidden that most people are unware of its ancient trade...

Most people dont even know these creatures even exist...hidden in tents in the deserts for a thousand years...now displaced by war, progress, and the push of Space.

VIX

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