Full moon, glinting teeth 

His glossy teeth

He leers over me, his shiny teeth glinting in the full moon. I think I'm on a rooftop, and I can hear faint explosions coming from all around me, near and far. He's staring through me, and I can't move; want to scream but fear holds me in place. Then, ever so slowly, his mouth opens, wider, wider and wider, until the skin splits and his jaw is broken. Now I'm covered in a drip, drip, dripping of warm black blood, which strangely has no smell. I begin to drag myself across the rooftop, using just my upper body as my legs are useless. He's on his knees now, trying to put his face back together, with his elbows at strange angles. I come to the edge, and look down to see burning houses, and somebody is holding a baby aloft, trying to keep little sharp teeth from eating it. There's screaming and shouts of desperation. The wall down to the ground is now slick with his mucous, and I slide down to the ground.

Moving as one

I'm on the train, earphones plugged-in and standing, face pressed-up against an old man's musty back. The beat quickens and I begin to move, subtle little tick-tack-toes at first, but expanding as I'm overwhelmed by the music. There's reaction, around me, people begin to jerk involuntarily at first, then fall into the irrisistable beatscape, that has suddenly engulfed the whole carriage. All are synchronized, and we are elevated to ecstasy, with the carriage roof bursting open, letting-in diamond shaped fuzzy snow flakes, that float down onto our upturned faces. We all sparkle and glitter, emitting pulsating light show fireworks, spreading ever outward.

Not so innocent - possibly drawn by the killer of four families murdered 4 years ago...still at large 

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Spastic warbling, moist

The steam room obscures my vision, but my hearing is unaffected, as my auditory sense picks up a screeching from outside. The door flaps open, letting-in a blast of icy winter air, and just in that moment, I catch a glimpse of the warbling spastic. He stands, arms flopping by his side uselessly. His mouth is agape, and his eyes rolled back into his eye sockets. His head is turning slowly from side to side, and this more than anything scares me, chills me in this steam room.
I make a hasty exit, and then remember drinking that cold beer this morning for breakfast, afraid that the children would smell it on my breath, but now beyond caring as I realize I'm in an alcoholic haze.
I'm smiling, floating in this watery world, my cells parting, flesh becomes fluid and I begin to fall apart, and then I'm a red lobster, cooking slowly into oblivion, smiling as there is no pain. My flesh tastes sweet, I watch them eat me, licking their fat lips, and I bow with gratitude as they proffer me a piece of my succulent meat. Oh, it's heaven!

pull me under 

Bell woman

She holds a bicycle bell, in her left hand always. This woman no more, for she lost all distinction two decades ago, falling from grace to wander the streets of Tokyo, forever searching for that that shall not be found.

It's night time, I'm drifting when I hear the bell. Regaining conciousness, I come to and hear the shouts. First the bell woman, then men wanting to beat the kintruder with their baseball bat, just polished that evening, shiny with blood and brain matter.

I see them running down the street, chasing the hobgoblin, who scampers away, faster than it should, peeking back over it's shoulder at the blood lust in those eyes.

Bells are ringing then the sirens appear, circling above in a din, screeching so loudly that my ears are bleeding hot globules of wax fat.

I begin to weep, wet tears of despair...

They haunt me, the faces... 

Lizard

In a muggy tropical house, I spot the snake, winding it's way across the grassy floor.

Then I'm in the next room, washing my hands, and there's blood and gore, swirling around the basin, clogging the drain until it overflows, bright chunks of flesh.

Watching my friend enter the room, so many lizards converging hungrily on him, food for thought no longer.

I can't watch, and try to close the sliding door, only then looking down to see the lizard jump, biting into my hand, the hand that fed it, my baby.

Sweet pain courses through my body, sending electric shock treatment dental floss to my brain, rubbing it clear of the horror, and then falling into a black hole, swirling all around me as I chant a mantra to the lizard king.

All hail his scales, glistening in the moonlight.

Just a little bit further 

Into the light 

Mist

Feeling frightened, the mist is evil, and I have to avoid it's enveloping clutch in order to avoid painful death.
Running upstairs, into the bedroom, curling up on the bed, hoping the mist will go away, but then it's here, all around me, whispering death and torture, and I'm afraid.
Then the air clears, and the mist is gone, with all of it's sweet, treacle promise of eternal pain.
Looking out of the window, I'm two miles up, looking down on two small figures, they see me, and they are monsters, wanting to eat my flesh.
I sit down, legs straight out on front of me, and take flight, swiftly into the eternal sunshine sky, with the wind sweetly blowing in my face.
The wires criss cross beneath me, and I want to make it to the island, but then the ones in the vehicles below spot me, and screech around to pursue me flying through the air.
Inland, inland I must turn. Escape the criss cross evil that pulls me down.
I send out a sunshine flare and all is bright and spotless for a while, silent falling wonder, and everything points to white.
A blot fading to nothing...then everything.

In the face of the light 

searching for the light 

walking into the light