1653 Season 2. Phase 7
Writer Akila Raza
Editor : Edu wangamah
” I became insane with long intervals of horrible sanity” Edgar Allan Poe
Courtesy : Asif Nayab
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” When I looked at my reflection in the mirror….I wondered ….was this really me ?
Swinging between being myself and not being myself….. I saw past my imagination yet there was alot I was blind to…Indeed the wise had quoted well….what was the purpose of having sight when insight chose to remain blind…..
Writer Akila Raza
Inspired by : no coffee is scary
Them telling me.. we are ghosts and a spirit sent me into a fit of endless giggles, of course I was being defensive but I pretended to be the Rebel rowdy type… So me and suddenly it was not me… Playing along was the only option I had because my feet were stuck to the ground. maybe what I had eaten without realizing …. was something more than just ordinary food…. shit happens…like hell it just happened.
No job, no boy friend, half sober half high…. I , Amy the broken one now.. stood in the midst of three strangers who seemed to have no connection with the physical being of theirs… I was swinging between sanity and insanity …it was either the weed that I had consumed was contaminated or my third eye had opened out of the blue…..
” Why did you loose your job?” Sameers voice snapped me out of the chaotic blabbers of my mind….” Why did your boy friend ditch you? ” ..another question hit my gut… Hit question with a question to distract the route of reply….Amy turned to face the trio….. ” Why are you so concerned? Are you spies or thugs, what makes you think by calling your selves ghosts n spirit you gonna scare me???” I screeched… I was scared and I wanted to cry, my feet refused to tag along or else I would have fled…. Sameer came closer, hell my legs remained stuck… I flipped and I cried…” What do u want ?” I asked my heart was pumping with fear but my soul seemed to be in a different mode… Sameer looked at me Gently… ” Amy, we mean no harm, we are not thugs …we are not spies…we are as we defined …a spirit and ghosts, you can see us and we need your help…. he looked at her in the eyes and she felt like she was melting….but she still felt stubborn… ” I don’t believe you” she whispered….Flora lost her patience and grabbed Nora’s hand, she made a signal and the bench disappeared, then she and Nora suddenly grew taller …like the bean stalk ….this was too much for Amy …. Her mind was reeling and she felt crazy….she must sue the guy who sold her weed….she blacked out …
” Awww hell now what?” Sameer asked looking at Nora n flora in dismay… ” Carry her home, we will deal with her when she is sober” ….Flora replied.
Unrefined Poetry 