Imagine (Emetophobia) by TranslucentMirror, literature
Literature
Imagine (Emetophobia)
Something I wrote on a car ride home a while ago. Don't worry , I'm fine.
Imagine waking up in the morning not caring about how it is, but imagining the worst to possibly come.
Imagine walking into the bathroom and not feeling comfortable to do your routine until the lid was closed.
Imagine having to plan out when to eat and fillers in between meals to make sure nothing bad happens.
Imagine walking into school and seeing open garbage cans with people around them and starting to get paranoid
Imagine someone not feeling well and saying it within a perimeter of you and suddenly loose control
Imagine feeling as though you can't breathe and you
an unquiet death
that scores the walls with red lines
with maps of future lightening
with embittered tally marks -
who sleeps on straw
and goes in the corner.
it breathes -
pulsing against all confinements.
behind it, hold a candle,
a future in the warm murk
a shape of conquest.
it flies towards your face
and in the seconds
you know it,
you know it as well as how hard you can clench your eyes shut,
as sharply as you are reminded your hands move like children,
as the air is thin.
look down,
it walks as you walk
- a she
you pray for mockery and intimidation
before the cruelty of design.
the spaces between your fingers are unwashed
and your