Bridge of Signs

Because to try and do so makes Pimona crazy. Even just to think about it. Can’t control what that does, to herself or other people.

Sometimes thinks of herself as a death star.

The hatred that erupts, not being able to overcome the madness in her heart and its hold over her –

Glorious ring around her neck.

Begs for mercy that she can’t create – due to the intensity of terror.

Excitonium

Excitonium is a particle. The hole left behind from a missing electron, that was paired to it. Turns negative negative as to say it has pull, action-at-a-distance pull, at its being missed. Quantum of want.

And the hole united with new paired electron creates something new. It changes it!

Thats the truth about negatives. Let alone negative negatives.

Pimona feels negative against the negative as unduly and stunning.

Deep in realms of sorrows mist of both languor and license.

Lightning

Forever grappling over a clandestine furor, lonely prison of resolve.

Beautiful riots of toying dreams that carol with the dimensions of a deeply held infatuation, the consumption of it, too nearly to dementia.

Then everything lets go. To be consumed in its giddy freedom, freed by its excess, attuned to its own damnation, always wanting, needing to break the jar its bottled up in.

Greater than rebuke, an oceanic mephitic relish – bridge to signs.