Indigestion

the bridge he needed to cross was overgrown with tangled thicket’s brush ragwort and giant hogweed littered the pernicious path to his own progress of perspectives and the slow death from stagnation and frightening delusions he had to traverse at all cost to kill the perilous onslaught of doubts and sorrow he could barely see his visage in the pond below and was petrified by the image his reflection resembled an oozing blemish towering over a mind on crutches to dampen his sadness and escape from the overpass he jumped head first but the rock pool sentry disallowed the attempt and bounced him straight back spread eagled he landed where he had been in dismembered celestial formation in astral denial of an easy route to disperse moribund comets of grave error he was promised enterprise by his therapist for a healing journey and growth who cautioned him that he needed to find for himself what path to take and how his stepladder had broken and the rope tied itself into desperate knotted demise secateurs were blunt from pruning neuronal pathways and he stabbed in vain at helplessness and wished for a pick axe if only to lobotomize his rescue or at least a shovel to burry his remains for worms and fungus to take care his other option was to swallow nettles thorny thistles and his scornful jungle to munch one by one all the obstacles which he had put in his way all by himself maybe there were magic mushroom hidden or some foliage foiling descent but with no such luck he gnawed at Self's temptation to throw up his downfall 24th October 2020 Eight Word Challenge 11 Sponsor John Hamilton