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Mind Games by Eva Piper
I just read Noah's "Camp is the People" thing and was inspired. You may recognize some elements of his. This one is very personal to me, so I hope you enjoy.
Racing.
R a c i n g.
R a c i n g.
R a c i n g.
Against what?
Against time.
No?
Against thoughts.
No.
Against me?
Against me.
Racing down the hallway.
Don’t trip and fall–they’ll laugh at you.
Step on every blue tile.
Touch Room 407 door handle.
If you don’t do it you’ll–
What happens if I don’t do it?
I die?
. . .
I don’t want to die.
I won’t die.
But I will . . .
F
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L
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Away from dreams. Or nightmares. Or death.
Onto my tear-soaked pillow.
Tear soaked?
Or is it . . .
Niagara Falls splashing down around me.
One wrong turn–you’ll be swept under the powerful swirls of water.
Just water!
Just take a shower.
Water splashes over me.
I come back as a new person–refreshed.
On the outside.
On the outside, it’s an act. The best play. Better than Hamilton. Better than Romeo and Juliet.
“I’m FINE!”
I’m not fine . . .
“But everyone else is fine!”
But it’s not fine when you feel like your world is being disassembled.
One brick at a time. Too many bricks missing . . .
What happens then?
You die?
No!
Everything C o l l a p s e s.
“Forget about your world, tap the door twice!”
Tap. Tap.
Of the spigot. Grandma turned on the hose. She watched from her wheelchair as baby Eva and puppy Kona were sprayed by the sprinkler.
Ssssssspritz!
“Dimwat, wake up!”
Yes, it was just a dream
Yes, it was just a dream.
Yes, it was just a dream.
Yes, it was just a dream.
Yes, it was just a dream.
Yes, it was just a dream.
Yes, it was just a dream.
But dreams don’t tilt your world upside down.
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