Spinning

My body led by the drink in my head

I'm floating, off the ground

Ground coming towards me now

Falling

"Ha ha," the drink seems to say

"You fell for me again. Ha ha."

The floor isn't stable either

Rocking

Stirring

Like a fish in a soup pot

Slowly coming to boil

Cooked by a slow monster

When will it end?

"It ends when you stop falling."...

"Patroclus, not again." I sighed, entering the broken-in door, and tossing my bag onto the entry table, the small living room already filled with late summer flies the size of my thumbnail.

"I tried knocking, no one answered, I let myself in." Patroclus - Pat - shrugged and scratched at his sparsely bristled chin. He looked up at me, overlarge watery eyes seeming to gleam with the right of his po...

Moths batter against the window, desparate in their desire to surrender to the light inside.

Annika looks up from the papers on her desk to watch them slamming their soft bodies into the tempered glass.

She rubs her eyes and sighs.

The work isnt done, but she knows she needs a break.

She lets the flittering of the moths purpose-driven wings lull her, her body slumping into the chair, days of s...

The Door mocked the old man, whose name was Angus.

"Don't look at me like that you damned thing. Leave me be."

The door did not reply, its silent presence a shrieking rebuke.

"Who are you to tell me to leave you be when you came to me?" It seemed to say. "Who do you think you are?"

The chastised old man went over to the tree that was his shelter and sat down near a glowing lantern. The earth ...