Knock! Knock! Knock!
Head swimming, textures changing...
“Are you feelin’ okay?”
You’re falling backwards
Sitting still, on the couch
Falling
Falling until you sink
Between the lines of reality
and faith.
Your familiar surroundings become vague
The power is on but the lights fade
The threshold holds still but grows further
and further
away. It stretches
to great heights, expands
the dimensions of the room.
Your mind, your body
shrinks and you hear voices.
Calamity, vehicular accidents—meat-
machines.
The Gods ignored us for a millennia; they
nod. Vulpine
smiles, all.
Time for the main course.
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