6/04/2002 03:35:00 AM [ link ]
tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick
There is a disgusted feeling in the pit of my stomach and my brain keeps spinning, whirr, whirr and I tell it to shut up and let me sleep already but --
tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick
I can hear the dry echoes of my roommate coughing in the bathroom, and the screechy sound of a metal bed frame as I turn over. I can even hear the dripping of water (the bathtub faucet, it never turns all the way off).
My brain says whirr! and parades a jumbled mess of imagery in front of me.
A snapshot of my hand with a fresh cut on the palm, bleeding bright red. Me, sitting in a corner with my head on my knees. Next I am yelling at someone -- my face is contorted and ugly. Then it's a horror movie, and I lie in bed terrified, watching the doorknob slowly turn. My hand again, only this time the cut is deeper.
My eyes widen and the pictures keep coming. whirr!! screechy screech. tick tick ticktickticktick.
I decide I am insane when I realize that each new picture is coordinated with the sound of the water dripping.
drip. drip. drip. drip. drip. drip. drip. drip. drip. drip...
