Well, since I received such positive feedback the last time I posted some of my writing I’ve decided to give you fine folks another taste. Here’s a piece titled “Origami Nothingness:”
He said, “I can’t” and walked out, leaving her on the floor, a humbled heap of dehumanized matter. She stayed there for some time, too. She let the wetness streaming down her cheeks exhaust itself while her eyes folded oragami nothingness in the waves of empty air that surrounded her. The stillness was monotonous and oppressive and she prayed for noise but it went unanswered because all her prayers did. She made crop circles in the carpet with the tips of her manicured fingers to distract herself and effect change in an apartment that was stoically dismissive of her choices, mockingly trite and silently screaming “YOU’VE ALWAYS KEPT AN UNTIDY HOUSE.”
She was ashen and bare and wanted to get up but knew not where to go. So what was the point of movement? “This isn’t right, this can’t be right,” she thought. “I made plans and passed up opportunities. I gave blood. I hemorrhaged blood, and never asked for a transfusion. ” That was a bad sign. She wasn’t thinking in realities anymore, she was thinking in metaphorical scenarios- her mind had drifted to a realm of her own construction and she had curled into the fetal position of imagined spatial plains. The architecture of her world was gone, her engineer had left and what remained was swiftly being eaten by Fraggles.
Maybe if she sat long enough her limbs would frost over with paralysis and her exterior could match her interior. She imagined the pain from her shredded heart traveling down the Aorta Interstate and she thought she felt a collision as it merged onto Highway Nervous System. “That makes sense,” she thought, “that Highway’s been closed since the Berkeley Earthquake of 1998.” Her nerves had been in disrepair for some time and it didn’t look like they’d be fixed anytime soon: there were funding issues and time constraints.
She heard her phone vibrate years away on the hastily built table across the room. The vultures were circling already. She’d let them consume themselves with other carrion right now. She knew she was safe for a while at least because they thought she was on the table, but she wasn’t, she was still on the floor. “Okay,” she thought, “ten more minutes of self destruction and then it’s time to straighten your legs and lift.” She silently nodded to herself in resolution.
But she spent the night there on the floor. Half way through the night, though, she slumped over and unconsciously spasmed from time to time.
At least there was movement.
