Risiones Amicus

Beyond the White Wall of Dread (Part 1)

I stared at the white wall in front of Me, from My confined situation. After My eyes had been out of focus for a persuasive length of time, I meandered across the avenues of perception.

An imperceptible span of shallow breathing later, I found Myself off the beaten track surrounded by leering trees and clammy silence.

There was the scent of moss, mold, and mortality in the breeze.

Entities that gave the impression of nymphets pranced carelessly in My blindspots. Or maybe they were man-eating chimeras–I couldn't be certain, and I was too weary to look in their direction for fear of testicular impalement.

A beautiful woman was there, and She seemed to be contemplating something in a severe, yet nonchalant manner.

Relieved that I had discovered another human, I approached Her and asked what She was thinking about.

Without missing a beat She turned to Me and responded, "I am no mortal. I am Death. And I was thinking about you."

The Girl With the Nest-Neck

I rarely left the serenity of My shadow lair, but on those unavoidable days when I needed to venture into the local bazaar, I would see her–the nest-necked girl. She could be seen amidst the hustle and bustle in her usual conspicuous corner holding a sign that read: "Please Help. Need Money for Eggs."

I would look out of the corner of My eye, and witness the foot traffic overlook her destitution, never stopping to lend a helping hand.

I admired her courage and grit. Rain or shine there she was, like a bird-shit-on statue that people disregarded in their daily lives–eggless, but never beaten.

And then one day she wasn't there.

And then the next day she wasn't there.

And the next.

I haven't seen the nest-necked girl in over 3 years, but I still expect to see her there at her corner every time I set foot in the bazaar, enshrouded with an indignant composure that only people who've suffered the horrors of life possess.

Milkyway Fish Flakes

Bewildered, with inept prescience, I squinted toward the source of the high-frequency clicking that had flagellated both the serenity of that patch of coral reef and My eardrums. Out of the midnight blue rippled-satin obscurity, she emerged, straddling bareback a lactose dolphin through the milkyways and currents of those underseas.

Through and through she traversed through the blue topaz wildwoods that adorned the subaqueous basin frontier.

A Cuban-Filipino China doll with a porcelain disposition that hunted pedestrian fish flakes strolling vegan boulevards.

They galloped past Me, and with a bolt, propelled into the thickets of My reverie.