The Clears

CLEARFACE seemed to mock, wanted something to hide behind again. Cross out with “X” like the comic, not a face anymore.

Feeling: Flat.

Not know what to do with self, just walking, sometimes feel flicker of want, smooth glide of desire, but can’t seem to grasp it, just slithers away.

Then: Caught.

Disgusting, oily place, somewhere never seen before, or not stuck in eyes anyway.  But faces in window pull: masks: featureless: perfect.

Hot Spike.

Faded quickly, but something stayed, growing quietly.  Just been looking in wrong place was all.

Wanting… Desire… It’s all slipped away… just a smooth, blank surface in my mind where it used to be…

So smooth…

So blank…