The Reveler

What starts off as a slightly less than ordinary bachelorette party, quickly turns into a situation that calls for heavy self-reflection and possibly therapy. The Reveler is a dark contemporary read with strong spice and suggestive confusion that leaves the reader unsure of what was just read. While reading this tale, be prepared to question what is really happening as well as your own self as you navigate through widespread hypnosis and 4D voyeurism. The Reveler will bring you to a place you’ve never been before. A place that teeters on the tightrope of sanity and sucks you into its phantom grip leaving you struggling between confusion and intrigue. And for those of you cool with all that but have other, less harmful hangups, please note that no clowns will be mentioned while on this journey. Now...prepare yourself and try to enjoy the ride, because the Reveler won't give you the choice.

a forgotten letter from the Reveler, covered in age, addressed to no one, and resting without audience on an abandoned carnival stage

Darkness. It captures me. And I am bait for the gluttony it drips. Tethered by the decay in its grasp, It sniffs me out like we’re kindred, And tosses whatever is left of my mind into the light. Parts no longer applicable to the monster they’ve forged. And that’s what you see. Fragments. Pieces of whatever human belongings should look like. I was cracked long before breaking Leaving clues in the smoke. But our minds are a ravenous means to an end, And I lacked the desire to rival it. I’ve been stabbed by feathers in places without names And have paid their parched wager in blood. Warped enthusiasm smothers my shaping Never veering. Always sworn. Their hunger centered on the promise of profit, My skin thins against the intent of a blackened genesis. While vails of hysteria mock my delirium from the outside in. The revel in my coerced surrender echoes without reason, And circles without end right outside my dreams. Reachable. Tempting. It waters in my mouth. And dances with mockery in its knowing, Curious of the barren in my eyes. A fate manipulated from origin, Decency fades from my core And has become no longer desired. It has never left me, But I no longer find comfort in its offering. Because, as it turns out, I’m rather fond of what happens in the anti-light. A throne of debauchery beckons in the fracture, And I will quell the crazed desperation weeping in the exhale. ~ the Reveler