When there’s something you can’t hold
When what you are is not allowed
When the people you know best aren’t real
While the real people don’t know you at all
When your soul has gone off
Like a brown avocado
And the only thing in this world that feels right
Is the knife in your hand
Breaking the rules
Blade scrapes bone.
By another’s death
You acknowledge your own existence
You are alive
For a moment.
But what is left to fill
The countless minutes between stabbings
Have you ever seen the cat
Pawing at something under the door
Out of the corner of your eye
Death-blackened fingers withdraw
Back into the closed room
And you think to yourself,
Last Minute, page 11. It’s been renamed. I seem to recall saying this would be a five or six page comic. Ha!
It still needs proper scanning and shading and a little bit of Photoshop, but I’m just happy to have completed something!
I wanted to post it in full today to celebrate Halloween, so we’re going with my draft pages. At least the whole story is told. I’ll probably clean it up later.
Now get back to work!