At Deaths Drawer – Episode 1

This entry is part 1 of 7 in the series At Deaths Drawer

The darkness of sleep opened to the darkness of the clouded mind. Like he did everytime counsousness and lucidity threatened to clear away the fog, eyes closed, blindly he reached towards the open drawer, hoping muscle memory would reap the reward he sought, hoping he was even in the same run down room he was in the last time memory creeped back in.   To his delight, or was it dismay, or perhaps nothing more then numb indiference, the drawer was there. His fingers dug in deep, exploring the various …

At Deaths Drawer – Episode 7

This entry is part 2 of 7 in the series At Deaths Drawer

Digestive dysfunction, and the resultant expulsion, gave way to whole body shivers, convulsions, and the all too realistic sensation of a million unseen organisms burrowing deep into his skin. Cognitive dysfunction resulted in verbal expulsion, linguistic diarrhea. Muttering an amusing mix of biblical quotes, sexual suggestions, and anguished profanity.   Sub dermal colonization of hallucinatory parasitic infestation, burrowing deeper into sinew and synapse, from marrow to muscle, his entire corporal structure wriggled and writhed. Dark pestilence, the essence of his existence. He attempted to think “this is not real” but …

At Deaths Drawer – Episode 2

This entry is part 3 of 7 in the series At Deaths Drawer

In the blink of an eye, if unblinking eyes would blink, Jason was transported to a dark reality, darker then the bleak existence he saught to escape. “Jason” shreiked the disembodied voice across the void, seeming to recede away in both distance, and subsistence. “Come back, come back, don’t you leave me!” But it was too late, he was no longer in a world of sensibility, of concrete objects, or even abstract concepts. Even dreams, and horific nightmares had a thread binding them to reality. No such thread existed in …

At Deaths Drawer – Episode 6

This entry is part 4 of 7 in the series At Deaths Drawer

The drawer on the floor layed empty, topsy turvy, upside down. In despair and desperation he had shaken it. Although he could clearly see it was empty, his brain damaged mind expected its former contents to come spilling out of crevasses and recesses, or perhaps even materialize, magically created out of nothing but condensed wishes. It was empty, there was no escape from reality. That reality consumed by a skull shattering pain in his brain, the fear of the inevitable crash and withdrawal, and worse, the return to lucidity, normality …

At Deaths Drawer – Episode 3

This entry is part 5 of 7 in the series At Deaths Drawer

Hand in the drawer, as it had been so many times before, even before the thoughts if moderation faded from his forebrain, his fingers uncontrolled and untempered by such thoughts, picked out 2, then 3, then 4 and more. He might have taken a handful if not interupted by the soft touch of Sarah’s hand on the back oh his own. The pills fell to scatter beneath the bed, where so many others lie discarded, lost and forgotten.   The unreal world he just recovered from felt more real then …

At Deaths drawer – episode 4

This entry is part 6 of 7 in the series At Deaths Drawer

Death. Nothing else holds such power to make you reevaluate your lifes choices. The drawer was shut, for now, but the visions of multi colored pills dancing, kaleidoscope like patterns on the back of his eyelids. Taunting, beckoning, no, demanding to be unleashed. The cravings were too much to bare. But her scent still lingered in the air,  filling his lungs. Just like her breath that revived him from the brink of death.   She had been there. Sarah, her appearance pierced the veil, letting in a dark deluge of …

At Deaths Drawer – Episode 5

This entry is part 7 of 7 in the series At Deaths Drawer

The darkness he dwelt in was peirced painfully by an invading army. An army of billions, trillions, of protons. Light. He groaned. The sun has risen again. He blinked and pulled the blanket over his head. Nostrils filled with the delightful scent of… Suddenly he was shocked into full awareness. Blankets? The fresh smell of wildflowers? Clean? The familiar scent and comforting feel of a warm blanket brought him back to a time long ago. Foreign to him now.   How many times had he woken up in a puddle …