Drift
Waking to room full of stacks of bear ams four feet deep. Grizzlies. Claws. Neatly stacked. Seven deep. Huge. The hint of horror not just in the question of how they came to be there, what could have done such a thing, but in what they allude to happening next.
Saw a family hanging. Dreams of a movie which replays dreams: Fell through a floor, through a ceiling. Walks out of the theatre.
The elf-man arrives in an old car. Another one. He carries a black valise. Whispers, where is it. The revolver is gone. Draws a ceremonial dagger, of silver and rubies, it is so beautiful. We turn and look at the garden and it is on fire. The whole building is burning down. We are at the cafe. A man comes in, he has the revolver, he shoots five people; i am screaming. I run, i run to the theatre. The elf-man is there are— “you alright?” We watch the film. It is about us. It is what we are living. Then the elf-man is shot on screen, i scream, i turn to him, the blood is thick it stains his shirt it is warm and heavy spilling from my hands.
Looking down thru floorboards. Underworld. Layers 100 ft deep each., void. Barely see each layer thru floorboard cracks. Human hand at bottom 3rd layer must retrieve. In castle. Only way down climb down ladder thru series of doors. Down. Drop 20 feet from ladder base. Floor unfinished. Either land or fall through to death. Very dust. Bits of human and other animal bodies. Fell through 1st layer floor, screaming, kept getting darker like deep sea. Found a hand. Whose hand i didn’t know. I cried.
There exists a series of attics beneath the ground.
I bite down on my cheek. Look in the mirror, open my mouth and there’s a nerve coming out of a molar cavity w enamel-colored tissue soft and decayed on the tip, floating there. Drive someone’s car to the hospital; they remove all of my teeth.