au naturel

imagining your there… and this has nothing to do with anything. just so happens that that’s the song playing on the radio.

the towel hanging at the back of the door… serves like an lcd screen of lucid imaginations. like having a scratched dvd playing the same scene over and over again - then it pauses… right in that freaking scene. then it starts to play again. play the same old shit. its creeping you out, yet you choose not to move. you continue to stare into that towel. not really thinking, you just stare straight into that freaking towel.

… then you start to wonder for real. you think "i haven’t really done that before". is it really worth a try?

the scene continues to play, and your apprehension grows. you actually think about the possibilities, yet your sanity tells you it’s way out of bounds. and you question yourself "why shouldn’t i?"

exactly! why shouldn’t you?

your body starts to feel numb. voices from heaven’s know where shouts incomprehensible words. different scenarios simultaneously play on that freaking lcd screen. the next thing you realize..

the room is spinning…

spinning like red paint tinted with white in a pail.

spinning… spinning… around and around the confines of the container.

your eyes widen with fascination as the white tint starts to vanish. your mind’s playing with the thought of it all. dizzying you.

staring at the towel once again. the scence fast forwards, and before you knew it…

the knife’s in your hand.

…

it feels odd. heavy.

warm as your grip tightens around it.

its blade cold, yet something about it promises comfort.

the muscles in your arms starts to quiver as you caress the blade wiht your fingers.

…

"stop it!" you hear a voice shout from behind.

looking behind you, no one’s there.

your grip tightens, as your pupils constrict into dots.

"stop it, trace!"

"just freaking stop it!"

no one’s here. no one!

you acuse yourself of halucinations. and you start to question your own sanity. "no one. no one is here. nobody."

you look around the room, the room is still spinning. it’s hue shifting from gray to blue. blots of red smears the expanse. the towel’s gone.

or was there a towel in the first place?