And that rattle, that sickening snake’s rattling that is always dragging me, closer, closer, closer, closer. It shakes and takes a form in my mind of something I can not describe. The gore it begs for. Feet tap, hands move, bodies spin, it all dances around me, pain is imminent, and contributes to the mass gathering. The meeting point of all things considered in one spot in the universe. It rattles and rattles and rattles, god beckons me to give something away. Something that is mine. Do I dance? Or do I walk away?












