something came out of his nose
that didnt look like himhe never saw before he didnt think it was his
frankly it didnt look like anything
hed produce fuckin alien
he felt it tuurn in his sinuses it
woke him he thought maybe he was asleepstill
dreaming but the rising suns light bleached
his windows shone on the wall at the foot of his bed
he didnt like partitions not drapes or curtain between inside and out fortunately his house stood on top of a hill other homes were beneath his elevation
something definitely turned inside
his head
and when he stirred it ceased
moving a game of cat and mouse
he blew his nose throughout the day although not necessarily to evict the curled
thing in his sinuses but rather because
of a weepy left nostril he suffered a
physician took it upon himself to fix his deviated septum he didnt ask him to
his consistent continual blowing
may have broken the camels back he could
feel the mass descendingworking its way out
then it stopped
he had a sensation of it becoming
ariddrying out it crawled and crumbled to a stop it was riight there Damn Move Finish this up
a nostril is elastic he thought he might be able to dislodge it
with his thumb blunt object at blunt
objectPRESTO! dislodged it fell onto his desk
gingerly
he pushed it with his indexfinger Wha are you wha the fuck are you You certainly arent me timidly he pushed poked the dried crud with his finger to his
horror it shivered shivered like an unearthed earthwormtwisting on itself
writhing then emitting dust spores then like a
pill bug it unfurled got up on fine insect legs and began crawling
he stood up out of his chairswept
it off his desk onto the wood floor he stepped
on itcrushed it underfoot
his mind caught up with him a moment
later What did you do?
What did you do?
I . . I suppose I panicked I
crushed it
Where?
Im standing on it Under my foot
You’re just going to stand there?
I am I will until my Comfort returns Mebbe you might wanna go looking
for ityou cant miss it Im guessing itll keep its bugged eyes for a bit
Comfort’s a funny thing.
Youre telling me Whatever
you do dont force it coerce it Talk it
down Talk it down be considerate
Considerate?
As you were considerate?
I was panicked Youre not You were late And youre seeking Comfort Comfort isnt terrifying or invasive
You mean to stand here until I return?
Yabetcha If stomping it didnt kill it Ill suffocate it
I’d like to see.
When you get back with Comfort I
aint going anywhere Comfort aint so quick or has endurance It utilised its Flight speed leaving me to Fight
You’re not going anywhere?
Ill be right here
You know me better than that
Thought I did. However haven’t known
you to pan . .
.
. It was panic worthy
Okay, okay. I’ll be back.
Comfort hasnt gone too far Look for a bush moving by itself Likely hes hiding behind it
Not up in a tree?
Thatd be me Comfort never followed me up trees Afraid of heights perhaps
I’ll be back.
Im waiitiing
his mind sauntered off and as it went his thoughts returned to
what was under his foot Whawas that
a primal
aspect inside him moaned Mmaybbe iit
wwas aa viiruus loookiing foor aah hoome
It had something there
but he knew his body to be a cesspool inhospitable
like Afghanistan he was a place for empires or viruses to go to
die
1404, Saturday,
22 6. 19
1337, Twosday,
2 7. 19
