THE FLICKER of the neon sign can haunt. domination is vital. these things cannot be contained in the pizza boxes they come in. they come in a crimson slime of slush and grime, leaking its contents out onto the checkered flooring. its amorphous state is godawful, with a ring of sharp teeth hidden in its alleyway mouth.
pistol gunshot wounds and little slivers of silver swords with blood and gore cannot defeat this kind of evil.
this type of evil can haunt. domination is vital.
█████'s pizzeria is open 24/7. plenty of time for archaics and ataxias to bring that man to his expiration date quicker than it has to be. their legerdemains are hidden in their cloaks of eternity and last breaths, zeroing in on gravity and the retrograding stars, burning my skin to reveal glittering bones of suns and moons.
the old man was centuries old. it was his time to give up the ghost of dreams, sell the house of godeaters and possessors. a bittersweet ending where the old man will wither away to the center of the universe for the stars to eat him whole. your flesh will burn, your death is quick.
they put a garden in its place. a garden.
all of these plants are haunted and the flicker of the neon sign is still there. they didn't take everything down. you promised you would. you said you would take them away. you said. you said.
i was only a passerby, who had happened to see this place get torn down. the smell of bread and sauce was replaced with flora and bleach. you said they would be gone. you told me. you said.
the garden of eden was haunted. domination is vital.
