“Incandescent ice streaked against inky night. A comet. Cosmic snowballs spreading millennium old celestial dust. Miles above me? A cataclysm: unleashing blood-red lightning and bruising the sky. A deep thunder—not of this Earth—shattered the silence. Interstellar key clicked."
"The Gate. It opened!” I shriek—then and now.
“Sedate her!” Rough hands grip me. For my injection. Diagnosis? Psychosis. They’re wrong.
I’m perfectly sane.
A sharp pinprick: delicious pharmacology closes my mind’s eye—truly blinding me. I plucked mine out ages ago.
Yet… still saw. And The Great Ones' eternal Cerulean gazes…
Never wavered.
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N.J. Gallegos
Howdy! I’m an horror-loving ER doc/author. Voted most witty in high school so I’m like, super funny. Author of The Broken Heart and The Fatal Mind! Follow me on Twitter @DrSpooky_ER.
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If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts5 days ago in Longevity
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