This Damned House

A man lives in a house, a broken and dark place. The wind moves through the cracks, whispers in his lonely ear only phrases. The sink within the house spews water only to send the dust that coats its white walls down the drain. The iron turns itself on only when the winter brings a chill to its spine. The staircase reaches towards the ceiling only to gain authority over all below. Even the dog which sleeps bedside only stays for the few pieces of kibble the resident gives it.

The resident, disgusted, realizes this house does its best to comfort itself and so little to comfort the resident. The resident shouts back at the wind's whispers: "When will the wind blow this damned house down?"

It's a dog-eat-dog world.

I looked in my backyard in time to see the doe leave its fawn.


God help us.

Dreamt

I dreamt that I came up to this boy, and I could sense that he had demons in him. I can't really remember who was with me, but I was trying to prove to them that he was demon possessed by commanding the boy by saying: "If you have such-and-such spirit in you, in Jesus name I command your eyes to change color." Then the boy's eyes would slowly fade from dark brown to the lightest blue. Then I would repeat the same sentence and they would fade back to brown. The whole time the boy was real squeamish acting, like he didn't want to look me in the eye.

Interesting dream that occurred last night, thought I'd just kind of illustrate it.


Also, I was just messing around with india ink, and am growing fonder with this as I look at it.