II. Relative State
Voices ping pong,“Crazy”… “Like who?...” “sad, but seems pretty clear…” “got to be nuts…””
frustrating, bi-bonk, irritating, mind numbing.
“never had trouble…” “everybody loved her…”
Think goddamn it. Does it sound like her?
“I just never would have thought…”
Take a few minutes… clu-chunk, out of your own stupid, pitiful lives
listen to me… b-clonk…
“And to go like that…”
Think through “answers” or lies meant to pacify and subdue. Oh my god…
if I could just…
“If we had only known…”
Damn it!… I should have said…
“She’s in a better place…”
what if she… too late
A trapeze artist tilting…
A trapeze artist tilting…
I rise, shivering from arctic waters, stumbling onto fluid surface, the sharp edges of miniscule rock cutting my skin. The cusp of a stone catches my toe, causing a rush of blood that drips between my toes. I staunch the flow of blood
to move forward.A force seems to
footsteps eerily absent.
My fingertips slide along the wall
arm’s length wide,
a finger’s niche…
a door… push
A sudden electrical discharge blinds me. A way out! I brace myself, frantic to get out of the darkness. Push! An incision of light. The hinge refuses to give, entombing me in bible black. I drive forward. Another flash quickly quenched. I lean into the obstruction, desperate… PU-U-SH!!! then grip and rattle it in frustration ...
7000 angstroms of radiance flood the room, piercing, tormenting the cornea. Unseeing, grappling forward, I timidly peer at reflected beams, walls sheathed with breastplates of drawers absurdly reflecting a distorted frame funneling to a single massive metal door.
Walls tip and sway
The door’s protuberance anchors me. I tumble on. A forest of tubular chambers prevents reconnaissance or escape. Quiet movement draws my attention, drawing the focus further in.
A hollow hiss. Words?
Rising, an opaque pane floats overhead, framing familiar bloated water-washed features. “Alexandra.” More depth, higher timber “Alex” recalling a day on the beach, the tide rising, my tiny frame being tugged by the undertow, wanting to turn back, the surge pulling me further and further, my aunt’s frantic voice echoing my terror.
Shrieking her name, I scrape at the obscure seams that run the length of the metallic casket. Fingers throbbing futility, I crumple onto its cool surface.
A thunderous resonance fills my ears, confounding my senses. Snatches of phrases, float toward me, the strange syllables inexplicably intelligible “… kahee-nos' ktis'-is (no longer who she was) … ow-then-teh'-o (under Our authority) …hoop-om-en'-o (abide with Others)… hice al-lay'-lone mel'-os (she belongs with the Others)… “ktis'-is kahee” (she is no longer). I seek my aunt’s familiar warmth only to face a macabre mask.
the floor dissipates
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