THE doctors didn’t believe me; they only believe in their pharmacopoeia – a lot of addicts do – but I made them believe in the end. I had to. The others left me no choice.
Too many sleepless nights had ripped a gash in perception. Out there, on the far side, through the fog of delirium, I sensed their presence. I wasn't alone. I saw them hinted and outlined by the weak light that leaked from the waking world: sculptures of silhouette utter dark against the shadows of endless time.
I knew; they'd been waiting, they'd been calling. Now they had me – and they forced me to sit and write. This is what they told me to say.
Details
- Publication Date
- May 6, 2007
- Language
- English
- ISBN
- 9781847535078
- Category
- Poetry
- Copyright
- All Rights Reserved - Standard Copyright License
- Contributors
- By (author): Mark Cantrell
Specifications
- Pages
- 84
- Binding
- Perfect Bound
- Interior Color
- Black & White
- Dimensions
- Royal (6.14 x 9.21 in / 156 x 234 mm)