Join My Cult - Original Falcon Press
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It takes me a few minutes to realize that I am casting a line of bright<br />
green energy straight out at her heart. What the hell am I doing? Next<br />
thing I know, it’s running both ways. Certainly, she isn’t aware of it—but<br />
I’ll be damned if this isn’t happening on its own. I see a spider web of<br />
these interlocking beams, running in both directions. Then, just as suddenly,<br />
it stops. There is incense burning, desperately competing with the<br />
soap smelling smoke machines. A woman behind me coughs loudly and I<br />
can feel the breath and flecks of spittle on the back of my neck.<br />
Stop face shifting! Mummy? She will not fly. Shut up, will you! You<br />
feel it in your chest, that pulling tugging. Call it whatever you want. It’s<br />
real. She will put it there where the breath cannot go where the air cannot<br />
carry it through her break it up she is afraid to absorb it she is afraid if<br />
she keeps it she will break she will become it will become her (she will<br />
become Her.)<br />
“<strong>My</strong> love,” Agent mouthed mournfully. Alexi sat in the mental hospital,<br />
surrounded by unforgiving white walls. “I miss her…”<br />
Two men dressed all in black, their gender only apparent because of<br />
their broad shoulders, beckon to me slowly from the center of the room.<br />
A blue circle of light vaguely reveals glints of bodies, writhing impossibly<br />
slowly to Arabian music, all thick and syrupy. The men approach,<br />
seemingly gliding across the floor. I felt stricken, still gazing up at the<br />
nude gold girl, dangling from the trapeze above me.<br />
The men usher me into the center of the room, into the halo of light.<br />
The women gyrated all around now, forming a complete circle. It is time.<br />
DEAR GOD, WHAT IS THAT THING?!<br />
A few months ago. There were half empty bottles of alcohol. A<br />
woman—barely a woman—was sitting across from him. It didn’t look<br />
like she was wearing anything, but it was all so blurry anyway… I know<br />
I shouldn’t, he thought, but…but I noticed that as the light got fainter<br />
and fainter she got hotter and hotter. We pay our debts sometimes. And<br />
we get the abuse we think we deserve. Look: she’s running around in a<br />
circle, screaming “Look at me! Look at me, mommy!” Johny’s bee trip.<br />
A letter to the department of insecurity: If you see Atlas, tell him he can<br />
have his stinking rock back. I fear that if this condition lasts too long, I<br />
will abandon all of this mess I have created in favor of the Real world,<br />
and a Real job, and a Real marriage. Not good. I don’t want to quit this<br />
early in the game, but things seem grim. I just want to remember what<br />
it feels like to breathe.<br />
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