She smiled a lonely sad smile as she sat staring vacantly at the sliver of streaming sun that was casting a warm welcoming glow through the dusty window onto the rickety wooden slats that comprised a poor excuse for a floor. Her vision blurred, painting a solar flared fading image in her mind. In her mind….
Twisting cavernous delusions pulsate to silent rhythms.
In her mind…
Beautiful scenery becomes globulous piles of muddied latex and acrylics.
In her mind…
She sees what cannot be seen.
In her mind…
Fantastic fractals distort into far-fetched wonders of chaotic circumstance.
In her mind…
Games game games and names name names.
In her mind…
She can see what a seeing eye dog sees.
In her mind…
Doubt turns to misery.
In her mind…
Phantasmagoria is a plaything.
In her mind…
Roaches metamorphosize into butterflies with burnt button eyes.
In her mind…
A hollow echo haunts a carditic chamber.
In her mind…
Wonders never cease in the wanders through each crease.
In her mind…
Nothing is (n)ever meant to be.
In her mind…
Thoughts are contained in parentheses.
In her mind…
Spirals decompose to recompose.
In her mind…
Only she knows what she knows.
In a blinking instant her vision returned from the blur. A grey cloud had settled over the setting sun. The slate slats creaked beneath her feet as she slowly rose from her dusty seat. To the window she walked ever so deliberately to gaze out at the oaken wilderness that once did exist… in her mind.
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