The Trip

It laughs. I know It. I've never hated anything so much. I want It to fry to ashes. But strength's gone... mind's going... self with it... no more me.... Reality's sliding, skidding, flailing, falling away. Can't hold on... where's the whole of me? I cry. Right there, It answers. I'm drowning, screaming, sobbing, cursing, pleading, begging. Stopohstopohplease. My soul is Its soul, it's no fair, have mercy, but there is no mercy. NO! Fire- in the heart and brain. White-hot behind my eyes, it's blinding thought and senses... madling irrevency. Does a nuke feel like this the moment before it explodes? I scream.