Sunday, August 9, 2015

Confessions of a Hallucinating Patient No. 1

The convex mirror above my hospital bed had become a giant eye that reflected a hidden, bipartite universe. Behind it, backwards manifestations of unearthly beings slithered and grew. Silently. Slowly. Gathering. Moving with the steady invisible advance of a minute hand. Time was freezing. Closer. Clearer. Moving like a glacier. A grotesque, aberrant emergence. And when they were close enough to touch me with their squirming, fluctuating tendrils, I turned around...
     And there was nothing there. The room was empty.
     So I rang for the nurse and gave her a hard time.

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