A Suicide of Crows (Ch5)

Chapter Five

I

Feeling a caution to the wind
carelessness, Liz/Beth, clad
in red corset, garters and silk
stockings, gripped the glass pipe
in a shadow of an alleyway
of The Red Light District.

Her dealer held the lighter
over the bowl, hand cupping
the flame, illuminated softly
like a votary candle.

She smoked the toad.  

The venom of a Sonoran
Desert Toad.

II

Such a full bodied smoke.

A moment of tranquility on
the exhale, which seemed
to linger, pulling her into
a realm of unspeakable
sights.

He mind flooded with
geometric patterns, glittering,
shimmering, seeming to
express the inner nature of
of the most complex
concepts.

Out of the geometric patterns
clockwork elves jumped
into and out of her psyche,
laughing, making strange
sounds, seeming to communicate
and potentially rearrange
aspects of her mind, immediately
putting them back together.

III

The elves pulled deeper into
a technological dream world,
a tesseract, seemingly
impossible to understand
in perception, yet, she was
fixated, suspended in disbelief,
and yet, feeling like she was
always meant to be here, in this
place beyond space and time.

IV

She was not shore how she
got there, some place above
the clouds, harps of light,
casting beams like dreams.

And then a step pyramid
materialized, as the skies
darkened, bolts of lightning
splintering across the sky,
making contact with the
apex.

On the top of the pyramid
were twenty skulls, which
rolled down, one by one,
collecting at the bottom,
lightning bolts slashing
across the dark sky like
Samurai swords.

V

She awoke getting pounded
against a wall.

A parting gift from her
drug dealer before catching
The Bus.

Her Journal fell into a puddle,
the reflection looking like
a skull.

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