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a dark and vaporous matter
00:24 Mar 14 2010
Times Read: 620

A Dark and Vaporous Matter





They don't get it..No one does.



No one I know realises what has happened,but I do. they wouldn't believe me even if I decided to tell them.



How did this happen and when? Why wasn't I aware,because it seems like it happened some time ago. Everything...every THING has become something less than solid.



I pick up a book,hold it gingerly.I read this once,it's Clive Barker's 'Book of Blood'.I enjoyed it.But I doubt if I can ever read it again,because as I apply just a little pressure to the collection of macabre stories it turns black and dissolves in my hands,turning to powder which is so light that it does not fall to the ground in a soot pile, but floats away into the air.



Everything. Everyone. Even me.



That table,the chair...my computer and TV. If I touch it,it would turn black,dissolve.



Powder and dust.



Even me...



I hold up my hands,already clean from the book dust.If I were to grasp one hand with the other,whould they both dissolve?Or would one of them win?



I brush my fingers against a wall and leave a spotted trail of empty holes,the pressure was uneven. I trace a black dotted heart in it.



Someone comes into the room and picks up a pen.



I'm jealous.



Everything

dark and vaporous myth
00:24 Mar 14 2010
Times Read: 621




Dark and Vaporous Myth





I was mistaken…



They have shown me that now. I had…images…false images and hallucinations. I thought that everything I touched turned to dark, vaporous matter and the slightest touch then turned it to ash. I was so convinced of this I feared to touch my own body.



The doctors are helping me get a grip and get back to a normal life here in this pleasant place. I sit alone in my room, simple, a cot and table. A hook high up on the wall with my change of clothing. I wear white now, like an angel.



One of the doctors comes into my room as I sit on the edge of my cot and think about my life and situation. He has a kind but bored face. He holds a clipboard on which is my life.



"And how are we doing today?" he asks in a kind and bored manner.



I nod, "I was just thinking about my life and situation, doctor."



"And what were you thinking?"



Most of the time, the doctors ask questions. In a way, it is up to use to find the answers and cure ourselves.



"Look," I say and touch my hand to my chest, "I am not ash," and I smile broadly.



He nods and jots something on his clipboard, adding to my life, "That's good…"



I notice a bit of spittle that flies from between his lips and lands on my life. He ignores it, leaves it there.



"So…any dreams that you would like to discuss?"



"Dreams?," I think for a moment, "I can't recall any dreams at all."



"Hmm, that would be the medicine you've been getting to calm you. Your dreams may come back soon, however."



"Good…" I notice a thin trail of saliva has escaped the corner of his mouth and it is rolling slowly down to his chin. Instinctively I wipe my own mouth.



"Fine then," a spray flies from his mouth and lands on my cot wetting the sheet, "I'll check back with you tomorrow," there are suddenly tears streaming down his face which he ignores, "Perhaps," more spittle flies across the room, some lands on my leg, "you will be able to go home phoon."



"Phoon?"



"Bim phorry? Whaff did you phay?"



Water is gushing from his eyes and spraying by the cupful from his mouth, a puddle is forming in front of his feet. His nose is running with a thin mucas. He turns and faces the door. There are pools of water where his feet were. He reaches for the handle but can't seem to grip it. As he struggles to turn it water is dripping from his hand. "Whaff the phock?"



He tries his other hand but it too is wet and he can't get a grip. He turns to me, his face is glistening with thin sweat, his glasses fogged over from his gushing tears, "Doeff thiff haff somefing to do whiff you?!?" Water pours from the sleeves of his white coat. He brings his hands to his face and tries to wipe away the sweat. Instead, he wipes away a thick wad of flesh from his cheek. There is no blood, only more water.



"jefus chriff!"



He falls to his knees and there is a great big splash. His body is shrinking away and the puddle grows larger. His skin dissolves and a see his grinning white skull shining beneath and beginning to dissolve.



In the end there is only the white coat and the clipboard.



I sit on the edge of the cot and hung my knees to my chest.



I am in white now.



Like an angel.