I've been going for too long, living on the edge of reality and delusion for an eternity. There's something in the drugs that makes me feel whole and connected. Connected to what or to whom? That, I am not at liberty to say. Something about the drugs makes me(more) hungry, not having them maybe, not feeling the same immersion in them. Something makes me hungry. And finally, with the drugs, something says "come eat. I understand your hunger. I understand your necessary pain" and, for a while, I am full.(less)
She heard her momma's voice ring out over the meadow, a clear, bright bell calling her to dinner.
Her stomach rumbled with the thought of warm, soft cornbread and juicy pork chops. The prickly field tickled her bare feet as she skipped though the grass, the hem(more) of her dress weaving through the wildflowers. The long stalks of wheat waved elegantly at her as she passed, and she tilted her head back to look up at the rain clouds. As the water began to pour down, she hopped onto the wooden porch and flung the screen door open, slipping inside like a fish.
The scent of a home-cooked meal made her feel almost delirious and she settled into the dining chair with a sense of contentment in her heart.(less)
we are in an unfurnished dormitory; no bed, no desk, just a simple couch, too low for its own good, and a small side table that must have been constructed by the same incapable mind. erica sits at one end of the couch, doing whatever it is she does(more) on her laptop, one hand on her head while she drinks in the light of the screen; she knows a fair bit of how deep the wells of hopelessness that are littered around the world can actually get, and for that ill always cherish her. theres trash on the table. and snakes.
shes got a weird way with animals so to the snakes, she is seemingly nonexistent; but, theyre spastic writhing and coiling seems bursting with malicious intent the more and more i look at them, fixated on the way their raspy scales slide against one another and flick up and then back down.
at least i think theyre snakes; the bulging bodies taper off rather quickly into the snubbed head and enigmatic beginning of a tail, more like slugs, honestly. red and black and glossy. one gets uncomfortably close, so i flick it with my hand. theyre only 8 to 10 inches long, but there is an impossible weight to them; a density that astronomers probably know about. it takes all of my strength to fling the intruder off the table where my leg is resting, and it hits the back wall with a thud.
erica shoots me a glare, upset at my barbarism.
theres something going on here that i dont understand. i am being served as a feast to these snake beings (they cannot be normal snakes) "come eat, come eat! but ever so slowly." someone is calling out to them but i cant tell who. (less)