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the itch

it was an itch that woke me. i pulled my hand out from beneath the warm blanket and scratched my face.

i felt hair. odd, i thought. hadn’t i shaved today?

i started to tuck my hand away when i realized it was wet. increasingly puzzled, i turned on the bedside lamp and looked. the hand was covered with hair. and it was bloody too. the fingernails had became yellow and long.

i leaped out of bed and ran to the bathroom. i peered into a mirror.

a wolf looked back at me. i growled, revealing my fangs.

what i felt was a great need to get outside and start hunting.

im not even sure i shut the door.

i was that hungry.

 

 

up to my elbow

i had done some bad things but went to bed without regrets, and that night i thought the welt on the palm of my hand was a bug bite and so i scratched it, but the next morning it had grown red and puffy and cracked open like tiny lips, and when i grabbed my school backpack it hurt, but it was a hurt that was like wanting to cry when someone is cruel to you. i pulled a glove down over my hand and suddenly shuddered from the panicked feeling in my chest as if being locked in a closet. i yanked the glove off and took a deep breath. what is going on? i asked myself. i twisted the doorknob to leave the house but instead dropped to my knees with overwhelming shame. ‘oh my god,’ i wailed, ‘what have i done?’ i looked into my stinging hand, and the little lips were whispering, ‘what you feel now who you are. get used to it.’ what else can i do? the choice was clear. i ran to the kitchen for a knife.

soup

i wish someone had warned me about alice’s soup.

i’ll never get rid of these horns now.

baaaa!

 

what happened to our dreams part 3

“That which is dreamed can never be lost, can never be undreamed.”

 

neil gaiman, the sandman

what happened to our dreams part 2

“People think dreams aren’t real just because they aren’t made of matter, of particles. Dreams are real. But they are made of viewpoints, of images, of memories and puns and lost hopes.”

 

neil gaiman

 

what happened to our dreams part 1

“When I was a child, adults would tell me not to make things up, warning me of what would happen if I did. As far as I can tell so far, it seems to involve lots of foreign travel and not having to get up too early in the morning.”  

 

neil gaiman, smoke and mirrors

 

the long rain

“for now there was only the sun and the sun and the sun and the sun… it was  in every horizon, it was in every direction. it burned the minutes, the seconds, the hourglasses, the clocks; it burned all time and eternity away. it burned the eyelids and the serum of the dark world behind the lids, the retina, the hidden brain; and it burned sleep and the sweet memories of sleep and cool nightfall.”

ray bradbury

 

the golden apples of the sun

“for now there was only the sun and the sun and the sun and the sun… it was  in every horizon, it was in every direction. it burned the minutes, the seconds, the hourglasses, the clocks; it burned all time and eternity away. it burned the eyelids and the serum of the dark world behind the lids, the retina, the hidden brain; and it burned sleep and the sweet memories of sleep and cool nightfall.”

ray bradbury