Saturday, January 18, 2014

Ether Dreams

Her eyelids flickered thrice, emerging, guarded from twilight sleep, dreams soaked in ether and dipped in blood. Formaldehyde filled jars with biological specimen lined the shelves and carried a heavy layer of dust, skin cells. A foggy haze of confusion and sepia-toned nostalgia filtered through her periphery and somewhere on the outskirts of her cerebellum stalked a wolf. A severed leg lay in the ditch on the side of a dirt road. She howled from somewhere deep within the hollows of not quite hell. Reaching down with her phantom limb, her fingers smeared sticky sugar against the naugahyde seat, the straps cutting into the pits of her arms.

Tuesday, January 7, 2014