Oh, lord, it hurts…right down in the meat of my bones, it aches. Day by day, it gets a little worse or I become a little more intolerant of it. I hear noises that aren’t there. I sense the presence of people who never really appear.
Wondering if you are crazy will drive you crazy. It’s a ride you can’t get off once you have started. Your seatbelt is locked. Fuck around and you might lose and arm. Hell, you might be decapitated!
You smell sulphur on the air. It twists you up inside. Your pulse quickens.
Man, the bugs on your skin ain’t real, but they will be eventually. Patience. The bugs are more than happy to wait.
You reach out, but it is like grasping silk. The bulk of it slips through your fingers.
Until finally, you close your eyes.
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