Liminal

An arrested yawn, in pivoted shoulders. Drink some water. Turn your head 180° and look for a latch at the back of the neck (usually C2 or C3). Look hard with finger tips. Use a screwdriver or a knife, turn anti-clockwise. Remove the head and dry the tube with paper towels. Look inside, and say something. Wait for the echo. Drop a tiny pebble inside, the size you can shit out if it hits the bottom. Listen for a thud deep inside. If not, follow through.

Talk to someone. Wait for the echo. If not, hurl a stone at them and wait for it to stop flying, and hits something solid. Listen for echo. If not, follow through. Climb down manually. Feel hands from inside. If only fingers there, hands are inside too. Talk to fingers. Ask them stories about things they have touched. If none, follow through.

Look for something familiar. Pillow covers, towel, sex toy, photos, a person, anything, even money. If not, follow through. When in dark, keep walking. The smoke is thickest where a door or a window is. Walk right into it. It’s all in your head, so imagine a hole and let it appear. It will be too small to go through, but let your death drive work. Summon the heavenly blessings and turn them into a tidal wave. Push! Push! Push! Shit it out or let it be born again.

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