Sitting behind me, as fate would have it, as you drag your finger across my back, I know it’s you. The faintest touch of a dizzily dragging finger that makes the hairs stand up on the back of my neck like you knew it would. But we were just children.
And you were still just a child when you passed to the other side; when you knocked on my door and asked to come back. It was too late. I felt a guilt it my heart I didn’t know was there, like you knew I would. But we were just children.
Buried beneath a boneyard of battered tombstones lies hordes of insomniacs that clatter through their stretched coracles. Open eyes and empty mouths remain ingrained to their one-manned vessel while they should be traveling the tributary to hereafter, but inhumane mock mourners fancied Charon’s obol too overpriced to inhume.
I can still hear the hum of hamstrung hopefuls: murmurs of eager souls. Restlessness resumes even after a formal curtain call if relatives leave residue from roguish relationships unresolved: irresolution to vocalize merciful verbiage in a favorable vein. Oblivious people speak a hostile vernacular comparable to Narcissus himself, at least until their retributive day.
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Another sleepless night after seeing so many fall asleep for eternity. Not enough Trazodone, melatonin, and alcohol in the world can turn my waking mind off. The door is locked, the curtains closed, the fan on, and my bed is cozy, but I have to keep my candle lit to fight off bad dreams. I think it might be keeping me awake.
I can see the flicker of light and shadow on my bedroom wall dance around in harmony from being lit. Sometimes I can see the bright and dark form into shapes, into figures, into people I know-knew. The ghosts are making hand-puppets on my walls. I can see the outline of the mother that raised me, and the father that brought her down. I want to fix them; I want to join them. I can feel the weight of my skin and bones clinging me to this bed like an anchor as I see my parents waltz in the flicker of candlelight and moonlight. A few more pills, a couple more shots, and then I can join them in sleep.
I’ll tell you an inconvenient truth- the sun has always been expanding. It’s a star; it grows until it explodes. It was just sitting up there the whole time, like a big stupid time bomb. Tick tock! Tick tock!
No one knew what it meant at first, but they quickly found out with the rising water and scorching heat. Some herded to the mountaintops to avoid drowning, but they’ll melt sooner. Others went ahead and took the dive. But most people herded like sheep to the middle ground, quickly running out of food and fresh water.
Go ahead and start eating each other, stupid idiots! Ya’ll will be soup soon anyway!
The night conceals the dastardly deeds of heartless men, but they do not scare me.
The surroundings dim and furniture fades. There’s no longer the daily distractions. No one but the nurses to keep me company, but loneliness is not what scares me.
The ghastly ghouls and monstrous murderers that lurk in every corner of dreams. The creature that reaches up from under my bed and drags me screaming into the abyss may be haunting, but nightmares do not scare me.
The pulsing beeps turning into a high-pitched hum and the fade to white; that’s what scares me.