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@ 27.225 MHz: WallStones; Epigram After Reading Some Of Robert Aickman's Stories, 2
Nice to know that those years, decades, of nightmarish dreams
served some purpose after all: to perfect the tone of your screams
on this destined night, before a select, appreciative audience
who do not pause to consider either guilt or innocence.
They will watch you will enter the ultimate existential experience.
Yes that will include slow torture---the sensation of injury,
inflicted across several hours to prolong the intensest agony
until you will not mind (if, by then, you still have a mind left at all)
to become this long anticipated premiere's single casualty.
Sorry you will not survive to the final applause and curtain call.
Starward
Stunned. I could have sworn
Stunned. I could have sworn you were channeling the master himself in this very Aickmanesque and very absorbing mini thriller. You crept into his brazenly perilous territory, using the second person POV to put us right on stage with the terror, and then you let it rip.
Fantastic!
I loved every twisted, pulsing, slithering, white-knuckle moment and the ultimate shiver—the suggestion of everything unthinkable: "if, by then, you still have a mind left at all"
Thank you kindly for the acknowledgement. I'm honored and pleased that you took my encouragement and ran with it.
If that does not persuade the
If that does not persuade the sensient mind there would not be any other persuasion available it would seem.
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
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