Realities Shadow Stain

Strange substances and the odd individuals who choose to ingest them! Whats the point? Where is he going? Why are these people chasing him? Read on and find out kids!

He wanted a different drug by this point

But his use had left him lacking in preferences

And his career was now supported and reinforced by

His habitual, ritualistic, repeated uses

 

They had researched, isolated, and synthesized

A perfect recreation of the shamanistic experience

Or a portion of it that is, the connection with the other side

The spirit side had been found, or more appropriately

Torn open

 

But he had stolen the supply

Destroyed the research notes

And left with the recipe

 

He didn’t care what their intentions were

They never told him, why tell the guinea pig anything

But once the drug took, once he felt sweats pinprick sting

All along his forehead, just above his blown pupils

He knew

That he had to steal their supply

That he needed to run with it and disappear

He knew because the shadows spoke

 

Once the chemicals set in

The corners

Devoid of light became a liquid murk

Like oil pools rippling in the wind

 And the distant voices called out

Whispering pieces of the intentions

Within the minds of the men

Behind the reflective window

 

The money these men offered was meaningless

Compared to the drug money was meaningless

And the thoughts he gleaned from those around him

Made harvesting currency far easier

Than he had ever imagined

 

Had he wanted now

He could pluck hidden secrets

From the mind of a passing individual

Bank account numbers, addresses

Whatever was on the surface

And if he focused

Whatever was hidden farther in

 

And all they could do was chase

 

In the beginning it had been fun

Keeping one step ahead

While leaving behind just enough evidence

For them to be frustrated

Because they knew it gave him

A form of radar since he was the first

And only subject in their diligent minds

 

But it wasn’t a pure telepathy

Because he had to trust what spoke from within

The shadows

Had to try and translate the garbled

And incomplete messages

Like filtering through a bad reception

Trying to interpret five conversations

In a moments time

If he was lucky they all said the same thing

 

But as the chemicals built in his system

The voices became more frantic

Harder to pick between

To isolate for clarity

So he was forced to take less

And wait for them to subside

Only to hope that signal didn’t become too faint

 

All the while trying to cook and keep

Just the right amount of stock

To stay on the run

But avoid running out

 

He had been doing this for over a year now

Just getting from one point to the next

Riding the wake of his pursuers cresting thoughts

Keeping his supply stocked

  As well he could

 

So he settled in yet another dingy hotel

Drug his battered suitcase full of supplies

Through the squealing door to leave them on the bed

 

He was tired and ready to stop

But he didn’t know how

So instead he started the routine

He sat down cross legged

In the center of the bed

Unsnapped the clasps on the case

Pulled out the pipe

And dropped the crystalline substance

Into the bowl

 

His eyes closed in the firelight

As he inhaled deeply

And when they reopened

The shadows had deepened

To fill with oil

04/17/2013

0526 am

Author's Note

There will be more. I just cant say when entirely...