At Deaths Drawer Episode 8

Rock bottom, what a strange name for the place he found himself in now. Rock bottom implies a hard surface on which to regain your footing, a place where you can go no lower. He, on the other hand experienced it quite differently. It was soft, instead of a surface to bounce off of and skyrocket towards recovery, he felt it more like quicksand, sucking him down to a place where all is lost, no hope for recovery or redemption. Rock bottom to him was that unrelenting panic one might …

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 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 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 …

Light into my dark corner episode 11

This entry is part 11 of 11 in the series Light Into My Dark Corner

The next day was tougher than I’d ever thought. This is a day that started with Vanny being off on his phone. I tried to reach him over and over but he was nowhere to be found. The day went on and on, I clung on to the hope that maybe later in the day he’d show up but afternoon set in without a slight trace of him. A part of me wanted so bad to just let it loose and go look for him, the thought of the reactions …