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The Good Doctor... ExtendedBlood glinted darkly on the shimmering street. The rain scrubbed the stain back lazily letting it glide away from the man's body. He was deathly afraid, all alone, except the monster that that stalked him in the darkness of the alleys. His pierced stomach drained the vigor from his limbs; he felt his time was up. He glanced up the street for salvation, and found a woman in the distance standing in the light of a street lamp. With the last of his strength he stumbled his way down the sidewalk screaming the whole while, she never answered. He reached out to touch her shoulder in response the woman whipped around effortlessly, like a puppet on strings. Her gaze was a mask of death Red stained lips sewn in a frightful scream, eyes glazed but still screaming for freedom, her skin was pale and lifeless, yet still she moved. The man ran in fear forgetting his pains, only to be stopped by a blade, the Puppeteer had taken the stage. The man glimpsed in horror a mask sewn awkwardly in place smil
The Good DoctorThe lights lazily blinked on, then off, a man stood mask hiding his intentions. But the heat from the candle, swaying from his breath, warmed his face. The puppet laid sleepily draped over his hand no life moving it. With sudden ferociousness he twisted the strings taunt, in unison the cold body laying next to him rose to its feet. The corpse, blind and bloody, stood grimacing in death as limp as the doll. As the masked man wrenched the strings of the doll the body mocked, a gruesome puppet to his will. The man chuckled he couldn't help it, the doll and body danced with so much pleasure. A creak near the door the third board from the door, someone was coming. In a blaze of fire and noise, uniformed in blue, men poured in through the door. Through the confusion he saw him a man who once saved him, or tried to, the white glinted blindingly against the sea of blue, he remembered The Good Doctor. In a rage the masked man ran towards the window, swaying through the jungle of strings and dol
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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