do not enter
The smoke exits my mouth, makes a swirling pattern, then disappears in the atmosphere of my single room apartment. I begin to wonder how long i can continue to feed my dog before i must retrieve groceries, thus unboarding my door. yesterday i smashed the mirror after seeing something terrible, inhuman in it. standing beside me, almost within me, a nameless and shapeless evil that my eyes could not comprehend. i have to wrap my hand to stem the bleeding. at night i now begin to hear voices in my dreams. they tell me to do horrible things to my family. i dont even know where my family is. they tell me that i am only a dream, and that upon actual awakening, i will die. they tell me that all roads lead to nowhere. they ask me to pay for my sins. i do not even recall my sins, nor a feeling of guilt. when i wake up, i find myself lacking sheets on my bed. eventually i find them in the dishwasher. this insanity must stop. i put on my favourite brahms album and listen to it in its entirety before i attempt to fall asleep. i broke my clock in the middle of the night during a fit i must have thrown. there is no one else in the apartment, so it must have been me. i no longer know what time of the day it might be, the sun being blocked by boards nailed to my window frames.