She screamed, "Aiiihiaahaai," and
that was the one that started it all. Man what a mess, massacred,
blood spitting out in to all directions; split, spit, splat. What
once was is now is and went all too quick. Those ceiling fans;
smiling, laughing as if they too are getting a thrill out of it
all; looking down on to the people slipping in the blood, heads
tilted down, trying not to give a thought in full of the blood
shed and keeping their sights down from off those blades still
splitting a stream of blood from off.
That one there; he looks as
if he must be enjoying this or something. No, he's just laughing,
laughing in tears; hysteria. That blood pouring in thru his two
thousand dollar suit, looking down on to his flesh covered
leather shoe as it stamps a mashed print down on to his gut
smothered hat. The two standing next to him, the women on his
left gripping a slime covered hold on to her neck hung crucifix
as the man to his right looks up in to the ceiling, his eyes
gleaming a shimmer of dark as the blood sets paste in around
those cooling death forbidden blades of that fan.
A crowd would be expected,
people to be filling in on both sides, all around this blood
charade. Yet they all walk on, clicking those heels, heads stared
in to direction and they walk on from in under those clean
wind-crisping fans that spin from above them.
The screams went on and go
on; Someone's turned out the lights, cut the electrical system
off and leaving this landing strip in under the darkness of
night. A smoker stands out side; his cigarette waving around,
cutting a stream of burning smoke in to the wind from in the
front doors, banging and pouncing on to the window. He is locked
out; the electrical circuit must have set the security lock
Calmness and all of its
senses, not a word is said from in this darkened whole that has
seemed to swallow this private landing/loading flight zone whole.
Only a slight squeak from in under that blood-splitting fan.
Someone must be slipping away, sliding out from in that fleshed
smothered surface of floor.
The bang startles up half
of the women in here, the echo rushed in thru the lobby like the
blood that was released and shed from off those fan blades. He
bangs again, strikes a match and those eyes fire in on us from in
the outside of that window. It's not me, I'm with you. Is all
that could be read from in that flame lighting up a signal call
for help from in that helpless man. Not a word is said, foot
stepped. The only being, a means for life is him as that flame
begins to grow weak.
With no one responding to
his first call, his plead for help and a support for comfort. He
lights up another match, fires a cigarette up in to his mouth,
and pulls back on a puff with no worry or concern for if he was
now alone. Another bang, the window shock, sparks sizzled from
off the end of the cigarette and his grunt seemed to press in
thru the glass and shiver its way in thru the legs of whimpering
women from in the lobby.
The cigarette gazed, his eyes
rolling down along it. He looks in as if he knows were all
looking right back, that red burning smoke lifting up in to his
gleaming eyes then turning a wisp from in the wind that sucked it
in from above his head. The rumbles that began to stir seemed to
have no effect on him or us inside. He seemed to be the only
thing worth breathing for or towards until those lights hit in to
him from behind, in thru on to us and leaving us with only the
blood-covered floor that spreads a spill up in to splattered
ceiling. A sign of shock, a scream, cry for help would have been
in question from in the inside yet it was left to the expressions
on the mans face as he looked in, down and was forced to turn
away from in the scene. A turn that once again has left this
small port in a death-defying scream; A taunt that was spelled in
thru the glass window and in to the back of that mans head as he
stood there and lead way in to those spin slicing propellers of
that blind eyed on coming plane.
No explanations were explained or
offered. The mess from in the inside was well left in the wind.
As for the clear breeze that blew in on us from the out side,
that too was lead in to the wind.