Spirits drift between our lives everyday riding waves of emotions.
Emotional Entities are the embodiment of human emotions.
We all must decide whether to succumb to them or allow them to flow through us.
THE NAUGHTY
KNOTTED MAN
Anxiety propels the gelatinous flesh forward without aim or caution. Warped and skewed, unable to balance, he ebbs and flows through the forest melting endlessly. A slinky of skin and suffering, he desperately seeks death.
Give & Take
Anguish for the trauma thrust upon us and resentment for the pain we inflict on others. A flame’s burning desire is to grow and shine brighter. Its only choice is to consume and burn its surroundings. One hand takes, the other gives. A balance of inner conflict.
Sunday
Scaries
Dread secretes from every pore of its host. Bile that covers the body, liquifying from the outside in. Eventually, the acidic feeling leaves behind a puddle. How long does it take to become mush? Depends on the victim’s will to survive.
The Wondering
Woman
Grief floats unsuspectedly through the air, stalking and collecting those with tears to spare. A chest full of intricate machinery has become locked in place, frozen, stuck. She’s numb, motionless since the loss of her child. The tears she weeps and collects become limbs and misty appendages. Silently she drifts through tragedies as often as she can. Those that can see her, are grieving the hardest.
“I’m OK…”
Shame suppresses the memories of who she once was. A snail that’s outgrown its shell? Or a shell that’s overgrown its master? Masks piled on masks, her burden to bear. Cracked, scarred, glued together she inches forward, a slimy trail lingers behind. If asked for help, the response is always the same,“I’m OK…”
Intergalactic
Rave!
Merriment gravitates to those with pure intentions and love, so intense, it creates a wormhole with enough concentrated energy. Beings of every planet, across the galaxy, unite to dance, unchained by each species’ malignancies. The festivities of the free spirits begin to swirl into a whirlpool of stars and light for days, weeks, lightyears…
Spilling
Your Guts
Guilt waits, grows, and sinks to the pit of the stomach. The weight slowly forces the body to drag to the floor. Hearts full of sorrow churn with turmoil too afraid to say aloud. Relief is excruciating without intoxication and ear to lend. Purging the soul of the festering negativity…
Tiny Dancer
Awe in shock, in wonder, in lust, and in beauty. An intoxicating, hypnotic dance garners the attention of a passerby. The glow of the sprite intensifies with each passing moment and time seems to stop with every alluring gesture. Eyes gazed to her small unsuspecting frame, reeled in by her sweet aroma, and entranced by her radiance. Another victim, lured into an endless slumber.
Insatiable Twins
Lust and Desire bound by impulsivity and braided together through electrical knots. They infect the nervous system with hair-raising muscle spasms, stimulating every inch of the body. Each taking harbor in the left and right eye. They salivate and flex, begging for orgasm however they can obtain it. Licking, sucking, and caressing the body to satisfaction. Logic and reason cast into the atmosphere. Leaving the body depleted, they slither to the next victim, never fulfilled, only craving more, and more, and more.