the dark
Like a photograph overexposed, the sunlight seemed too harsh on the surrounding, washing it in light that caused her eyes to close a little from the glare. The air was hot, but pressed down even more than usual, the warm breath of the breeze making her body twitch, uncomfortable at it’s touch, like an unwelcome stare from a leering stranger.
Her head felt heavy, as it if would roll from her shoulders at any moment, implanting itself into the soil with a dull thud, making a crater like some meteor crashing down from the heavens. The thoughts that circulated it were lazy, swimming through the darkness in slow, struggling strokes. Nothing was clear. Nothing penetrated the stagnant waters. Even the harsh sunlight was unable to dig its burning fingers through the stench and thick, slimy grime of congealing waste that had gathered over time.
At night fear had begun to clasp its icy fingers around her throat, the skin clammy and lifeless. The shadows that had long comforted her in her knowledge of their identity, transformed into black beasts who snarled and whispered in her ear words which instantly turned her blood cold in her veins.
Her outside mask smiled, covering the warm salty tears that carved their rivers down her cheeks. She tried not to move too much, for fear that they would notice her soul dragging on the floor behind her, fingernails clasping the heels of her feet to hold on.
And they smiled back at her, not noticing the sparkle had left her eyes.
Kalikapsychosis
Australian Traveller
Flashes of memories