"Born into misery, gruesomely injured, and violently killed." A Subject in the inbox assaults my morning eyes. I open the message and find an empty page. No pictures or words tell the story of a wretched life. No petition to sign. No link for donations. Just a fill-in-the-blank screen. I'm glad for the glitch, but sorry for the picture painted in my mind. -g.p.
Riding the Night Mare Someone help me put out the fire! Flames shoot across the furtive reaches of my mind, landing in a forest of forgetting. Bugs in the brain erupt on my skin.
Darkness enfolds me, save for rapid bursts of crooked light. Lightning strikes once, twice, then many times more, on the very same spot. Another myth shattered.
Somewhere inside & out there, an inferno rages. The price of a lie. The cost of delusion.
Words spill onto the page, then crackle and pop on screen. Enter "Save." The mind smolders, but my body is safe. Until the next time.