remarkable, when we reflect upon his face, everything becomes a blank expression, age lines dissolve, scars diminish, he is no different as the light that casts his shadow.
— acquired accent
Shy smile ( ' face down ' )
THIS is a MISTAKE
Like regret, it all bleeds through. How?
he asked himself. How did they discover me?
Possessing a name eclipsed by someone else
proved to be a temporary diversion.
Through a peephole surrogate, the security camera granted Tim remote access. He watched as his uninvited visitor enter the frame with a letter clenched between her fingertips. His location announced by habitual markings on an envelope. He imagined himself on the other side of the door, pressing his back firmly against it. Someday she will stop and leave me as most do.
Coming home, he’s confronted by her lingering
scent - cheap tobacco masked by crushed
lavender. It was a warning. Soon there will be
more attempts to reveal himself.
Face planted in the artificial turf. Red lights
flash against the plastered facade. Wrists
— bitter bouquet
Domestic ( Partners )
TIM is KNOWN
but only by his persistence to recede into obscurity. He broods on his most recent ex.
'all of them have managed to escape your attention,' she whispers and reminds him that the past is larger than he had once depicted.
— composed confession
' Make your ( Mark ) '
Familiar as his name may suggest, Tim in all his deceptive appearances is by no means a present figure. He has already become something removed from me and that distance grows.
— determined dwellers
' Look it up, ' she added
As if I could ever exchange words and admit that I had always been the source. She was seventeen, a few months separate from myself.
— minor manipulation
' Go Ahead, ' he winced
As he mouthed the words, nothing sprung
from his lips, someone had already taken his
place - lending a voice to the silence.
There was no inherent discrimination or
monstrous distortion to be found, he was a
man invisible by his own neglect.
It followed him, going after his best pursuits to
shape a profile he would stagger to recognize.
What footing he had left depended solely on
another’s approval. His darkest specter through
prying eyes, were those closest to him.
— sympathetic surveillance
Got ( Carried away )
He would run from the imagined dangers he had
once perpetuated - scanning for headlights and
headlines prompted by cues just offscreen.
Trying to catch up felt more like he was falling
behind. His sense of timing prolonged by delays
of waiting in the dark.
Backlit by a setting sun, he approached the parked
car. They’ll come back,
Within minutes, insides were scattered along the
paved asphalt into a noctural nightmare of pale
white and blood red. What was easy to find during
the day became lost to the night.
— time trap
( ' Separation Anxiety ' )
Everything was within reach. Frequent visits became causal annoyances. The usual
, rang out as a high pitch, no longer discernible and too deafening to appreciate.
— virtual vacation