dubious

orange lights, red flags a neon light - dazzling, intoxicating, suffocation comes later. dizziness, this is not for the faint hearted this tap dancing on a tightrope. and a fall, there is no bottom, there is only a scream, a wail, then complete silence because the rats will come out to pick at bones, flesh - decayed meat simply fades into ground. the body will grin, will laugh, will continue to dance, the skeleton moves with invisible strings cutting across vision, a blind spot, a hard of hearing space, a distraught cognizance while normality places the appropriate labels. to soothe, to give a story, to move on with life and the suffocation hits, when the neon lights blink. sputter, loses light, brightness again with a mind, soul eaten devoured as the flesh slowly withers from natural causes. society is placated, all is as it should be because natural is how we move on when the rats are out. no one wants to know where the meat is, what the target had been, pieces are missing, it's not evident, it's not for sure, it's not certain and the rats they've grown big, strong, tall like men while dazzling and something off blink, goes dark, then comes alive again a lukewarm doubt that causes neither panic nor action. just inaction, just a passing of time, just another day where the dubious blend in.