Gae-ta

Zim looked around with a big satisfied grin on his face. What he saw were blood, destruction and very sudden, painful death. Who would have known, could have known? The very exile on a far away, and until his arrival, undiscovered planet was what would give him success. There was something about this planet, earth… which made him grow. Not enough to compete with the tallest or command the whole armada, no… but enough to command over a small army of irkens, more than enough to conquer earth and its pathetic lowlife inhabitants. Yeeeesssss… everything had gone nice and easy according to plan, except one thing. The Dib-hum

The terror as i look into his eyes is unlike any i have ever felt before. Red like human blood –my blood- and a startlingly sharp smile, knowingly we think the same thing. ‘He can’t get me here, i’m safe. He can’t get me here, i’m safe,’ i repeat desperately in my mind. Suddenly he seizes up like a predator preparing for a pounce, and makes one. “Bo.” The chains stop him from moving further than an inch, but by the look on his face i know my terrified shriek was enough to satisfy him. A baritone laugh rolls out of him as i blush in shame. “You’re better than the last, you do

Forgotten gods cluster together like constellations of post-mortem scars forming, crystallised ocean remnants, salt pressed and tattooed on the skin of human history composing salt crystals and fingerprints and decomposing like dying cells and skeleton leaves. The tides of us, washed and blurred at the edges, smoothed like fossilised wood and glass pebbles littering waves of resurrections reborn and torn asunder the thunder of their hearts silenced as they sleep (if gods sleep at all) in infinity with the fishes on the ocean bed (the quiet ocean death) of humanity’s collective consciousness. I wonder where the ghosts of gods go where