"TICKDEATH"
Fourteen year old Linda is taking her grandmother to the forest to perform a final show. Distressed, Linda reflects over the forest's potential beasts who might lurk in the thicket and cause her harm.
Written & Directed by Maya Gunhilda
Starring Holly Johnson Lund
Ballad of a Teenage Queen cover by Diba Jeliza-Rose Khalaj.
"TICKDEATH"
By Maya Gunhilda
Everywhere i go there is a different kind of tick
Trying to crawl up in me, giving me a mangy disease
That I do not wish to extract.
Trying to enjoy the outdoors, and be grandma's pretty little saviour,
She´ll be ecstatic to see me
But hells breaking loose and the ticks wont let me be
The forests are riddled with them,
riddled with pests,
riddled with bloodsucking crawlers with bacteria in their weeny mouths
a real rat tragedy.
i have been dead, and came back,
Embraced and appreciated for moments,
Froth running from my mouth
And every beast knows why.
tick infected brain disease, tick paralysis,
tick troubles for all my life.
Wish i would just die
The ticks will be the end of me, i'm telling you
I do like animals, I do like many sorts.
but there is a special place in hell
for these creeping cribbling blood nibbling suckerpests.
Crossing a line if im bitten or brave,
i have read it all, leading me on to believe that a tick will kill me,
For boy i know it will
Someday they will get to me
They will get to us all
It's the most common cause i reckon,
oh, save me
I feel the headaches rolling in
The fever is taking me out.
my head is not attached to what's left of my body
Everythings a smelling toasted
my breathing belongs to another
And i only have seconds left to live
Doctor oh doctor, save me doctor.
It's giving me sores, pins and needles
liver failure and a severe infection
All organs fail one by one as im left for death
used in the forest, a creeping pest to blame.
Cooked a lean lasagna from a recipe book
last night and it didn't taste fantastic
it has caused my stomach to eat itself
and its happening right now
Not a lot of time left alive,
Wasted potential, of a bright young chef.
Surely someone will miss me,
Someone will bring flowers to my grave
The tick too has entered my bloodstream
moving closer to my brain of mystic memories,
delusional daydreams and distress blindness.
Can the world not offer me more than plain mist suffering.
I'm awake, I cannot move or talk,
My worst moments
captured and played on vhs.
Watched by crooked men with virile night vision
Spoiled beasts with no awareness for what i want to do with my life
My cheek feel swollen and i am losing vision
On the shelf is a tight sealed meat jar
thats been catching dust since 2014
A last known remembrance of elderly rapture.
Big balls of dough from the specific soup brand will be my dinner tonight,
if i make it to grandmothers and out the green revived.
I hope i wont get sepsis and die
Bright red lines all over me, myself im uneasy.
when i spray it it hurts more. I'm filled with pain and rage.
I better not die in a freak accident
I'm scared of it everyday.
I am stressed and i'm sorry
The eternal albatross i wear,
The guilts forever with me
My tick bug end is here.
Might deserve tick transmission sickness
Radiant glowing wings,
For bringing myself to the green
Never intended to even go near,
Deep woods green resting place.
Where parts lay in eternal sleep.
And the others collected in different sealed jars.
For all the world to study.
I wouldnt drive, ever i believe, id work around it
I fear road rage, hate all the cars.
such things drive messy In my part of town
Plays the chase to feel mighty, cheap cars with tuned horns.
A crash is fated, when the bug storms are coming.
And the freeway broken up from tear.
I threw up in my mouth, I almost choked to death on it
I frankly am too young for this mr tickman
I have dreams and visions for life
and they never included meeting you.
if i get a stroke, heart attack or worse here,
i know my tick eaten body would be discovered by a common dog walker
And treated as accidental
Tick death with no further investigation
I would be blamed, called careless and ill.
And If i live they'd never believe me
Never a day where the tick would be blamed.
I knew I had it coming, consequences even,
I'll die here, this I know.
On the tick’s ground and on its terms.
Rest in peace beloved Linda, you will be missed for a time…
And then you´ll be forgotten.