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

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

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 5

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 …

At Deaths drawer – episode 4

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 2

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 …

WE DON’T HAVE TO DEPOWER TO EMPOWER

It’s hard being a man in a world where men are not allowed to be human. Women can cry all they want, that’s being emotional but when a man does it is being weak. Why do we have to define the same thing differently basing on the gender? A man beating a woman is violence but when tables turn it is mental health. A woman stealing is poverty but when our Adam does it is robbery. I am not against the girl child, I just wish we could look at …