Surreal Darkness

Surreal Darkness

Sometimes the darkness and I go for a walk.

They are not very pleasant, these walks.

Even More Surreal

I am suddenly overcome with exhaustion and despair, and I drop my crayon.

The Endarkening

The darkness is sitting cross-legged in front of me. I look at it. It is not wearing the gatorskin. It is not wearing any skin. This is where it lives. This is where it wears its real self, its gray bones and its red red eyes.

Skindark

I want to talk to the darkness. I want to ask if the point is that everything is a skin, that it’s skins all the way down, but I am afraid that it will say yes and that then the streetlights will go out, one by one, and I will go dark.

Deep Blue Howl

The darkness says that I am still alive, but I am not so sure.

Bonefish

I keep grinding the toe bone against the rocks. I try to fit the chip of my soul back into myself, over and over, but it never seems to fit.

Not Quite All There

I thought being captured by shimmery colorless aliens with lots of legs and a propensity for eating humans would be more exciting, somehow.

Separate Skins

Sometimes the darkness and I….

Sometimes the darkness and I….

Sometimes the darkness isn’t here.

The Black

The lights shrink down to tiny points, and then they disappear. The path and the trees and the flat buildings disappear into the black with them, and the black lasts so long this time.

The darkness is dying.

I walk in the black, and I imagine.

The Spaces Where I Am Not

I wonder what it was like inside all those other versions of me. I wonder what they felt before they went into the black. I hope they weren’t scared. I hope it didn’t hurt.

The Unswallowing Place

I wonder what being unswallowed is like. I imagine it’s a great sucking upward and then a whoosh and your stomach drops, like a roller coaster, but then it’s over, and you are yourself again.

Ghost Walk

Sometimes the darkness and I go for a walk.

It is very pleasant, this walk.

Void Where Prohibited

The ghost pats me on my hand. It says “You do look so very tasty. Even with the void inside you.”

I am not really sure what to say to that, so I say, “Thank you.”

Abyssal Fingers

I stare into the abyss. I don’t blink.

The abyss stares back at me.

I think maybe it blinked, but I’m not sure.

Hyphae

Sometimes the human and I search for consciousnesses not our own.

5 Responses to Surreal Darkness

  1. RipuAncestor says:

    Hi! Not sure where to put this, but I’ll put it here since this was the first of your stories I found and also my favourite! Anyway, I’ve nominated you for Liebster Award. If you wish to accept it or just read more nice words about your work, and of other people’s work, then the post can be found here: https://simsfeyoflife.wordpress.com/2015/11/16/liebster-award/ 🙂

    Liked by 2 people

  2. Okay, I love your writing so much that I’ve nominated this story for the Animal Award.
    https://thekrazycrazylifeofkass.wordpress.com/2016/05/21/animals-awards-and-may-updates/

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  3. Hi MedleyMisty, miss you around the SimLit Community. I wanted you to know I’ve nominated you for the Unique Blogger Award. https://thekrazycrazylifeofkass.wordpress.com/2016/10/11/unique-blogger-award/

    Liked by 1 person

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