Long thin fingernails stretch forward, arching towards the air. It pauses, licks its lips and delicately plucks one from the edge. Something wriggles in the claw-like grip, twisting faster as it is elevated to the level of the eyeball. It glares malevolently out of the tough folds of skin, squinting at the victim, then places it in the mouth in one swift movement.
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Tyres screech. The force pushes me back into my seat as the roar becomes ever louder. My stomach lurches. I keep thinking I cannot take anymore, but it just keeps coming, faster and stronger.
A wall looms out of nowhere, expanding before my eyes. Then black.
Memories flood forth.
A portion of my life sits
Across the table.
Arms and legs entwined,
Contented silence blossoms
Filling the whole night.
Chatter, chatter, the
Anguish builds until the gasket
Blows with a shrill blast.
Skin crawls from within.
Irritation bubbling
Like acid on paint.
Thick fleshy leaves hang in deep drooping folds. Above them I can vaguely see the tops of the trees and the light fighting to get through but not sky. Never sky. There is no colour in here but green. Dark green. Dim green. Glowing green. Even my hand appears green, stained by all the green light.
The air is saturated with water. Nothing is dry, and the ground squelches beneath my feet. It is springy, but alarmingly full, as though it might burst any minute and drop me into a pool of tepid, stagnant water.
I long for the dry, paved and human ground of home. It’s too late for that though. And we’re a very long way from home.
A face looms in, giant and pitted. It obscures everything you see, and instinctively you cry.
The face lifts at the sides, displaying all the teeth. A loud bellow hits you in the face and a giant finger moves towards your stomach.
You keep crying. But no-one saves you.
The wind in my hair, the sun rippling through the leaves above me. I race through the soft green tunnel, mossy banks rising up around me, trees stretching out their branches to link hands above me.
It’s as though I’m not driving anymore. I’m flying, faster and faster, hurtling through the woods like a fairy cannonball.
Poop poop.
Banished to the couch,
I pull the sheet around me
And struggle to sleep.
