Dual DepartureHeads turned when I walked in, and I wasn't surprised. Even here, even at this hour, a man with filth and blood on his clothes and hair attracted some attention. Some people laughed outright. I ignored them.I marched straight to the AA on duty at the booth labeled Departures. It was so quaint I wanted to vomit. It would have been the fourth time in the last ten hours, but faint nausea rose in me regardless. I ran a hand over my shaggy, dark-gold hair, being smooth, pretending as though flakes of dried blood and other body fluids fell from it every day. My bearing was perfect. I kept my face absolutely emotionless, dignified."I desire," I said gently, "passage direct to World Scorpio without amenities. I have silver on demand. When can I leave?"The AA was male and very fat. He was built to be imposing, to deter potential rudeness with a huge serving of his own. His hair was thin, his eyes a disturbing orange in a wide pink face with a stiff moustache. He stared directly at me. A litt
Again Left BehindKeep all things of bane at bayGuard me night and guide me dayA sleep I crave is ever-waftingEastward away toward theChoking seaOn my own hands, a residue of steelI leave prints on whatever I touch.It is a simple want, this corked bottleFiled to neck with beaded blood.Begone from the waters of Entire!Begone from the silent streams where none can followA god's own path, carefully hiddenIn a nightmare-ridden hollow!A breeze just beyond my lips deniesIts coolness toMy veins thick as jellyFrom my prolonged nap. I wonder if youAre there, after all?What was above is now below.From whence we came, we all must go.A dream we live, fate's own blind slaveTruth we see only beyond the grave.Sapphires glimmer beneath glassGraven images of youI would spit at your feet if I could find you on thisGodless broken road.