Tranquil Cutlery

Journal:
Cold house and cold sniffles. At least we're not buried under 60 inches of snow. Feeling intense, creeping fatigue tugging relentlessly on my spine's nerve sprouts.

THE SUN IS SET AT 4:15 TODAY AND I AM FURIOUS ABOUT IT!!!!

Free Write:
Cackling men with full, wiry, beards
carouse about the gutters,
blowing warmth and snotty flecks
into their hands and baying
like hounds in the moonlight.
The sanity is visible,
weeping openly out their ears.
It splashes to the pavement
forming oily black wells
where scraggly rodents
writhe blissfully.

Among a metropolis' worth of
paper detritus emerges a pocked
hairless creature with pink incisors
and lithe bony limbs.
It hobbles over to the men,
like a drunk on roller skates,
and plants an angular ass to the ground.
Its legs crumple up and protrude like kindling
while a gossamer strand
of oozing spittle hangs
out its chapped and swollen maw.
The men pause in their revelry
and even the rats stop squirming
to watch the fleshy spider loll about the earth.

In an instant, four bulbed eyes contract
and scurry alive in a fit of cunning.
Gasps light in the sewage mist
as the men recognize
the shape of terror.

All too late.

Not even the rats escape.

Haiku of the Day:

High-octane planning
with spreadsheets and calendars:
Adulthood Funtime!

Today's Drawing (inspired by the word "Weal" from MW's word of the day. It's means a sound, healthy or prosperous state.)

Today's "365" Project (Make something with utensils. Oh dear...)
"Picky Eaters"