insomnia is lonely. she begs company of the dead air, and little bird thoughts crumble dust in answer. inspiration tells her to fuck off, I thought I told you not to call me here anymore. bitch. lust stops by for a minute, but he gets bored quickly and leaves, like usual.
paranoia and delusion are fucking in the shadows under the bed, I can hear them whisper from time to time. only a few words, explaining a shift in position or a sudden thought. they do not think to lisp, that would have made their words harder to grasp.
hunger is the only one begging for her company that she refuses. his voice is too high and she would never sleep with him. well, almost never. inertia is sitting in the corner picking his teeth with a butterfly knife, but he won't talk.
she speaks aloud to herself, to confirm her existence. she has to stay alive for at least a few more hours until support gets back, reality in tow. the two of them like to watch movies with her, it's nice. they're good guys, if a little dull sometimes.
insomnia walks up behind inspiration, touches her gently on the shoulder, brushes her hair back with her fingers.
"are we still cool?"
Posted by samantha at July 20, 2004 03:02 AM