Reaching From the Darkness

Red haze twists and spirals around me. Words float about within barely seen through the light stealing mist, blindly I reach out snatching them out of the air, twirl them between my fingers then snap them together in perfect synchronization so as to bring them alive, my creation, my monster, scratching at the back of your skull, drawing images on the back of your eyelids, line shifts bring mind shifts causing childhood fears to resurface, touching on something familiar and yet repulsive, smacking you with emotionally image forming stanzas and verses, knocking your teeth loose. My touch on the ma cab is sadistic and meaningful, sliding that grey, oil like sludge around in your brain forming a meniscus on the inside of your cranial cavity, marring it forevermore. The expressions I throw out dry the marrow within your bones causing a fragileness to the stability of your mind. (What if?) And when I reach out from the darkness its not just to say "hello" but to cause that shutter in the back of your head.