Water Torture
March 29, 2017 - 183 words
Arrows blazed through the sudden hallucination that came upon me like a storm. I was wearing a mask. A mask reflecting the weird dappled sea. Was it a mask? Or did I take off a mask? I don't know how I got here. Sometimes I can remember entering the underwater realm but other times I can't. And that's okay. Time and memory die like leaves in winter whenever I enter this space. I imagined I had throbbing gills. That had never happened before. Pressure pressure pressure. I don't understand. This kingdom was cerulean and alive. Commotion all around me.
I leapt off the precipice of my own mind and lost myself in the swirling aquatic images that contained infinite knowing eyes. What is it with eyes? I always see eyes, gazing emotionless at me without judgement but with an intense understanding that perceived everything I was striving to hide from myself. These eyes shimmered and glimmered in the blue haze of the hallucination. It's not real, I thought, but that reassurance was about as helpful as a rotted raft in an angry ocean.