​TEARDROP SAMPLE

III

She made her way through the fires and found herself passing through dilapidated corners and abandoned places and streets overrun with miasmas of burning heat of scorched ashes of passing incense as disembodied canines lay upon the empty and desolate parameters as the town-folk wander in the activity of the heavenly embrace known as extinction.

Such wild and barbarous men and women continually bred in the vicious cycles of lascivious fangs interwoven with the accumulation of history and all future determined by the invisible hands of the universe guiding its hands and guiding the play of rules they have been elected to perform in the cosmic colosseum of a violently impoverished civilization.

Death and life intertwined in the enflamed match one enkindles as all epochs and civilizations are prophesied and decreed by ancestors who have come from days of the future past.

She had traversed through the fallen infrastructures and desecrated edifices in order to follow what her endlessly beating heart and incessantly repeating voices have impalpably lead her towards in their obligatory ululations.

Every breath and every moment was sanctified by the realization that this could be her last and that if not for the eruption of signs exploding overhead that she was imperiled of having not witnessed nor heard had she been in another place far away in time.

Throughout every step and movement was a heavy contemplation on the brevity of her own existence as she contemplated that a singular decision have changed the trajectory of her world and the entire universe, in this particular moment she felt neither pain nor happiness, neither stagnation nor growth, there lingered something else of an ultimately ineffable nature which may have simultaneously corrupted and rejuvenated her.

In the drizzling darkness of pungent streets of which’s odor reeked with the fragmented vestiges of where decency and hope may have resided she stood resolute and breeding as a woman who was once an inert husk suddenly strengthened by an overriding compulsion to wreak havoc and destruction upon everyone who tried to step in the way of her resolution as it was she who walked alone, her and her revolver against the entire world in the residues of the geodetic chains and swirling dust wrangled from the eyes of swinging bodies in the flames and the winds.

She finally stumbled upon the rubbish pile she once found the malnourished child of whom she considered the loving grace and the insurmountable meaning of her life.

She wriggled her hands beneath the abundance of excrement and squalor as if to search for something that was buried beneath there all along in this seemingly interminable excavation of the unknown.

There ceased to be the children screaming and playing across the alley as the barren air siphoned all lingering hope and innocence caged by the poignant incense mourning all those who have departed from their wake.

The passing prostitutes no longer wore a smile on their face as they prolonged their lives in the sole constituency of the continuation of existence for the mere fact of living as they ceased to have a purpose and something to provide for.

The raw absence of providence begot the incredulous victims of suzerains of blasphemous campaigns and orders that would lead to the imminent decline and division of this coast.

Apathy and inertia ruled the world as resources and fertility plummeted up to a point where multiple segments and portions of society would submit to their inclination to go rogue and become children of anarchy.

As she dove below the pile her body became all the more the embodiment of an odd innocence fully tampered with in the baptism of black smokes engrossed in the new egregore her body and soul intertwined with and surrendered to in the enactment of fate and destiny of which she paints and unites herself in the canvas that is the tale of her life and the paint of all who shall be slain by these indignant and corrosive hands.

She neither believed that she was youthful nor old, she considered herself to be of a timeless and eternal nature as she would repeat the cyclical story of mothers from passed milleniums and generations of whose stories may have been passed down in orations, poems, fables, and dreams of whom may have drifted and faded away into obscurity as corpses may wash away in the seashores of battlefields martyred from the chains of memory with nobody to remember them and nobody to heed their sorrows and injustices battling in wars they have not chosen to fight in and be lied to by sovereign psychopathic monsters in the lineages of soldiers and their families to be set in stone washed and forgotten from history.

She pruned and wrenched her palms in discovery of a treasury upon this valley of living bile, she sought to plummet and discover between the biurficated filament of heaps of debris and piles of bones and mutilated animals disenfranchised of their roles to life in the multiplying vortex of dirt and mud were the faded and overpassed memories of ages once long gone in the superfluity of human endeavors sculpted in the malleable governance of the fabric of time as individuals frame the significance of the entire universe into their frail bodies, little actions, and little words into the futility of their assigned meanings and activities because we humans in our infinite folly and our infinite wisdom know nothing of our true nature and our boundaries in the infinite smell of cosmic rubbish and sanctified pollution in this artificial pile of our own making.

After a long period of gestations and ventilated searching as she was covered with the remnants of the debris of false promises and the vestiges of lost hope was there to be found the blade that has remained undeterred in its sheath thrown away long ago in its pristine condition as she would come to renounce that vain life of spite and hatred she has been brought into and trained for a long portion of her life, the way of the sword and the way of the revolver of whose paths she once renounced as love made its way into her life for as long as she could nurture and give a proper upbringing to a once distant child in a world that could not properly give it to her.

Taken away from those who had nurtured and cared for her as she saw her father and mother get shot in front of her eyes as the image of her world shattered as they were washed inside their own gurgling carrion on the wooden floor as faceless murderers took her from her burning home as she was seized and delivered to a trafficking den as those voices and those images were to be imprinted long into the corroded thickets and branches long overgrown inside her very head.

She had dispersed herself of the accumulation of all she has learned in the face of guidance as she treated her own very child as the voice of God manifest in his way of silence and an upbringing of very few words.

She would come to escape this horrific trafficking den as she saw daughters stripped bare to their bones of their innocence and childhood as they would be sent to be carried off into the resignation of their souls into the sacrificial manslaughter of oligarchs and the mildew veil of secret societies who preyed upon the like to fulfill their agendas of further control and inversion, the desecration of humanity and society.

She purged herself of all of the prolonged frailties, fears and weaknesses as she embraced the violent past she looked upon with shame as the blade she unsheathed in the heavy rain sliced and cut open beyond the fabrications and mirages through the vindicated smokescreens of memory and time that has been laid for her in the desecrated forests and amplified theaters of cruelty and associations.

Once in her life she embraced early the sacrificial code of the blade when all else seemed meaningless before she saw that wailing boy in that derelict street.

She would finally come to remember all the lies and institutions that would come to attempt and cage and control her with her own fears and traumas as her future would forever be locked inside the void of rupture and rage as men would come in and have a congress with her at the disposal of their depravity in a ritual she would never forget as she was choked violently on the floor of her imprisoned zone, drugged and incarcerated in hollow rooms as she was beaten and degraded by men she was rendered agape by and found unfathomable that such figures would come to the light of existence as she wore the eternal scars of her body and head endured a penetrating brutality that pierced not only through her body but collapsed the foundation of her soul.

There in her vivid recollections was she thrown away like a toy and beaten like a dog as she saw in the elongated shadows demons and angels lurking in their passing corners who fled in the endless battle for the destiny of her banished soul as she dreamt of a paradise beyond the paraded flocks and bruised bodies as she watched those fragile youths of unbearable beauty defiled and internally crucified upon the darkened creosote while she watched them lay upon each other and their allure corrode and rot away at the malevolent disposal of masked men in congregations of dark linen who flock from wealth of all districts, circles, and lauded professions would come to disrobe and demolish themselves in the enactment of the bottomless pit of depravity as they intertwined, enact, and commingle into the embrace of their own place in history and their own place in the after-life as they are given no choice but to descend further beneath the gates to their infinite hallways set in the rooms of hell.

It was her own miracle and curse that she would be able to find a gap in the area and meticulously escape through the manacles and chains with a power and intuition that would move her to become someone beyond herself and in this supernatural becoming she allowed herself to escape in the span of a few months but the damage has visibly been done and her heart was to forever endure the indelible mark of these places and the memories these junctures marked in time.

She wears those temporal scars forever as she remains detached and undeterred from her identity and worldly phenomena as those brutally imprinted images would incessantly berate and destroy her and inform the rest of the decisions as she would remain estranged as she learned that mankind was ruled by an evil not governed by a rational but cosmically implanted desirous nature of whose system was capable of breeding in the ellipses of light all types of egregious creatures who would monstrously consume upon each other in this cycle of temporal cannibalism.

She believed herself to be a victim not only of the evil that plagued the earth but the evil that continually breeds and spreads beyond the psychosphere as we inherit the deeds of our fellow beings in the drought and resentful decadence of transferable ruin.

In the life she would come to live she would learn to inflict this internal fire upon scoundrels in this fiery proclivity of finding herself committing all of these acts very swiftly and efficiently as her soul fumed in a vile pungent rot in the physical revelation she attained but in this relentless pursuit of finding those sought in the same destiny of damnation to annihilate and continue the lineage of her destruction as she were to act like an assassin with the very relish of her blade and gun.

She placed the sword back in its sheath and finally put on the mask on her face that she would wear in the ceremonial procession and celebrations that would occur as every killing awakened within her a drive towards further desecration, she seemed to revel in the destiny that her fate of flames and hellfires were already sealed long ago.

She reveled in the realization that every act was irreversible and that every sin she would plunge in would become irredeemable as the mysteries of the world would soon become increasingly indecipherable and the signs and directions were to be rendered impassably impalpable.

She had returned the pile to the state it has been left in, she dusted herself off of all the greasy contaminants that may have leeched upon her darkened body.

The trance of reddened rage slowly disintegrated from its primal form as she found herself exhausted of adrenaline in the immense stench and pungent odor of that dilapidated street as rots scatter away in the predatory vicinity engulfed by the exhausting sadness of centuries and lifetimes of unforgiven atrocities and the prolonged agony of castaway families whose names and roles have been forgotten in the dwindling simulacra that is the maniacal travesty of worldly affairs they have to put up with as every task piles upon another in the perpetual clicking of the clock as the sands of time subtly snatch their breath when they least expect it and find themselves reunite with memory and the veil of forgetfulness that prolongs the cycle of rebirth and recurrence into a further ignorance and a further disgrace.

The pain and the horrors that has plagued the living and the dead that walked and wander among us finally transmuted into the persistent tale fought over in the chains of milleniums to come into the insistence that all of this shall amount into a change as the burgundy meridians of dusk may prolong the faultless tide that pales and draws in the waves of causality as the wings of living things fly and the flapping of nature races into their proprietary effect.

She would pace and run from that alley into the direction of the place she once has been in as she passed by familiar faces rendered distant from her as she stumbled upon gazing children sitting estranged and distanced in their corners stripped of joy and innocence as their famished eyes draw further towards deterioration in the scorching heat of the sun and the unbearable thaw of the cold moon brutally skin and devour their frail skins as they fade and disintegrate into obscured ashes or prolong their lives and search for a new venture as to escape into different avenues and opportunities.

Their fathers lost in violent rooms and sunken corners as they waste away in their drunken bottles and stubble indebted to the system and their vices of habitude as they speak and fuck one another in their incessant utterances as they would come to remain in the limbo of their inebriated states of amnesia and death.

Their mothers sent away drifting in the course of perdition and abandonment washed in the impoverished turbulence and motion of occupying desolate rows and formations of abject squalor as they look upon her in shame and indifference as they resign to their regretful decisions immersed into the inevitability as their positions and the caged lot they have been sealed in as they walk solitary pilgrims who wander fast asleep with their eyes open in barren edifices.

Egregiously institutionalized and lost like flocks of sheep surrounded by wolves are they to be lined up towards as they await to be slaughtered as the beams of flashing lights gnash upon them in the congregation of their own shootings and stabbings sworn under meaningless oaths as they ephemerally pass in their poetry deprived transience as their bodies swoon in the pale fire of darkness in the elongations of prophecies of the atavistic past.

The stark and infallibly polluted air was tampered with the intrusion of black smoke and the littered abscess of scattered plastic as broken furniture and toys covered the pathway while she breathed in the brutal droplets of the rain and paranoid fog pressing her towards whatever her destination had in store for her.

Her shoes drenched in the urinecolored matter as she witness the cracks of glass upon the surface of the industrial excess of the material of dehumanization and cinder blocks of mortar that were the remnants of a decentralized consciousness are reborn as through the violating silence of the fall of the lost eras and the coming of a new uncertain epoch of which will pose new questions as to the next endeavors and goals of mankind in the rapid loss of artifacts of time and the impending obscuration of information and memory as the travel from the speed of light to the earth will soon come to slow down and the light of our breaths and hearts are throttled and the intrepid entropy of the battle for the emancipation of the self shall prove itself to face a new difficulty and order of disgrace through the paralyzing inertia of manufactured stupefaction and the engineered eclipsing of the truth of the spirit.

She passed through the throttled air of fragmentation and the broken symbols of her demise as she finally made it to her motorcycle in her bodily exhaustion as behind her she saw a broken car with its shards of shattered glass spread all over with lightning and torrential hurricanes striking upon her vicinity as she rested resolute in preparation of taking off towards her mysterious destination.

Heavy rain fell upon the discolored aisle as she found herself betrothed and hypnotized by new voices as she was deeply mesmerized by this egregore of introspection that would summon her to places beyond her conscious control and where she needed to go at every present moment.

But in this very instant she heard violent clamours surfacing behind her where barbarous men would come to throw hands as they would gamble the cards and pawns of life as if it were some invaluable and meaningless token.

She heard screams and curses behind her and as she would turn around her eyes would come to witness and lay themselves upon a brutal lynching of an anonymous militia of a poor and pale adolescent who has been beaten to lifelessness as his head were to be slowly bashed in and his organs were kicked around and cut open in the open street of the sons of desolate anarchy while these vile men wore enigmatic turbans and light armour as they would relentlessly beat and bash the skull of this defenseless youth with a spiked bat as his blood gushed and sprayed all around the corner of the vicinity and the reeks of fresh carrion and young flesh upon their weaponry as the hollow eyes of dread and pleasure remained viciously detached from the world as they wrecked away incessantly upon meaninglessness.

She looked upon them not in fear but in disgust and rage as her eyes remained glued in incendiary loathing and indignant sympathy to the dead boy who has no voice.

As his breath and the flow of his organs ceased while he watched the essence of his life evaporate and flash in an iridescent instant covered in the mucus of his scars and wounds and lost hopes travelling the damndest stars and destinations suffused in the constellations of indifference.

Their trance evaporated and their beatings ceased as their eyes oddly gazed upon each other as if they have to mourn a distant relative in their tearless dispositions as the trance of war temporarily lifted as they saw themselves for who they were.

They lurched and crouched near the lifeless body to make sure of his death one of them spat on his disembodied face.

She paused staring at them and in a sudden fury she lifted her legs from her motorcycle and went into their direction and started meticulously firing their heads one-by-one in a swiftly fluid fashion rendered to perfection as a meteor of bullets rained upon their penetrated faces and punctured their faculties immensely as the liquid of their brains gushed out in the abundance of spraying blood while they all concurrently swooned and collapsed like silent sentinels as their widened jaws fell upon the pavement agape at their abrupt demise and fate.

One of them still remained lying down barely alive covered in a cesspool of his own blood as he drowned in the reddened abyss of his brethren as he was rendered immobile from the piles of bodies upon him and his broken legs and penetrated liver.

“Please… It was not my fault… I don’t want to die..”

She slowly walked towards him, unmasked herself and gazed into the corneas of his eyes that were the mirror to his hollow soul.

“Woman… I see a fire in your eyes… A depravity that will consume you… A fate worse than dea-“

She placed her boot on top of his mouth and violently stepped on it, crushing his eyeball out as it gushed like a rotten fruit above his muffled screams.

“I know who leads all of you. You and the population of your lot are the reason why my boy has been taken away from me, you are the most degenerate scum and vermin of this cankerous society, you are a milita fixated on no moral grounds but this degeneracy itself and your moral code is purposeless and fragmented. The entire world would be better off without you.”

She grinded his face with rage as her feet repeatedly stomped on the marks and wounds of his brittle face and body.

She came to cock the revolver and shot his face multiple times as she screamed the most violent paroxysm across the rainy night sky.

There followed a burning silence as no guards would come to arrest her and no witnesses would come to interfere with her incurable pain.

She came to look for the brutally slain adolescent with his dismembered face and hugged his ragged body as she shed tears for a boy she never knew before in the memorial vestibule she would tread and totter upon in her entire life.

She would kiss and hug that broken face as the blood would draw upon her parsed lips and spread all over her body as she would lie commingled with the cosmic recurrence and embrace of a new blood and a new territory of being in this utter transformation of who she was.

Souls would come to dance upon the bodies as she would come to cast a smile as blood drawn from her teeth.

She smiled at her fate and destiny as she would watch the entire world take course and she would remember her place in the world to be this singular speck in the universe to eventually disintegrate and turn into dust.

She laughed at the reader and the writer of her tale because she would no longer be held captive and taken control of by the blots of ink that seemingly determined her next position and where her tale would dictate where she needed to go, she started to hysterically laugh at you in our own insanity.

She would arise and walk towards her motorcycle as her hands would rev and start the engine as it fired to motion and she motioned her cycle to wherever the fire of death would lead her towards.

She rode towards the gates of bloody extinction with a lingering smile on her face with a mark beyond insanity.