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I'm surrounded.

by Nikki Rice

I'm surrounded.


The collective unconscious is always mind-boggling, sometimes terrifying.

They're everywhere and they want me.

On Sunday, I felt like my insides were made of Jell-O, wrapped in a jean-tight skin. Today, the feeling remains. I'm sick; a straggler, ripe for the kill.

They can all see it and they can smell my fear.

The embarrassment of rejection trumped the disappointment of today's cry for help, and my consequences became my suffering. I'm so tired.

They paid for the advice that I took.

A deafening thunder clap of loneliness repeats on a loop. It's keeping me awake and unable to concentrate on anything aside from the lightning strike that will surely follow. As the window of time slides closed between booms, I'm estimating my distance from the storm; the breeze is nearly gone.

When the quiet takes off its coat and stays a while, they still won't realize that I've won; these fucking vultures will chow down.

09/23/2008

Posted on 09/23/2008
Copyright © 2024 Nikki Rice

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