A Meth Induced Tribulation

Chapter Six

6 INSTITUTIONAL RIGHT OF FAILURE.

03/31/2014

Walking barefoot on the gravel; stopped hunched over. This was me looking into hell with the option to cross over to snatch the two innocents that were so sickly dragged into its maniacal darkness. Time never stopped; it slowed to a point of glitches. Reversal, instantly as if my own face turned into a black eyed demon with an elongated chin that seemed pulled to the ground by unseen force. The children had no facial expression. One looked over to the other as he was lifted into a position that can nit be forgotten. I was present in the room but outside with both of them. I believe they were unable to be released so I sat inside their souls almost looking out through their eyes. We synced at a certain instant for strength I gather. It is really upsetting, but I can not describe the instant after that anymore. I do not have the words, only sounds and pain and innocence ripped from my womb. i could not even tell them to get ready, or its going to really hurt us. When I came out of this, four days had passed, literally. This was the first instance I was barefoot. It was wet on the ground and foggy. I went from kneeling to standing to standing to crawling instantaneously and back reverse again. There was no daylight. The hour was midnight through four am, roughly. Every night I remained outside within those hours, searching aimlessly and sober for my children. After this I wrote on my face to keep from escaping mentally on a gruesome search. I wrote Deacon is my son and PawPaw needs help. I then screamed uncontrollably as if surrounded by an evil carnival or festival. Daylight could not have come sooner.

Fictional Inference #1

The Resignation of Lucifer

One day soon let them the other way with no remorse or regard. Please let them, because it will be the only beginning. Time would vanish that instant. It would feel as if suction came from every direction including from inside. I could teach them all; then, how it was supposed to be. How life would have existed in abundance rather than through strife. I could show them how one person could defy all odds by sweeping in undetected to put forth a choice of swift reconciled justice and offer a wing to take cover under. Unfortunately that position would also be a front row seat to an almost tribulating harvest of inevitability. Their mercy would become obsolete and fear expected. Child would grow distant as reason would disappear. Misdirection captivates those who underestimate the art of illusion itself.

- The oldest trick in the book.

Journal Entry #5

The Middle Room

The middle room is much brighter. It is more pleasant to be in. I am not on display for the neighborhood to see and I feel like the air is much warmer. It seems as though my thoughts do not race as much. It seems a little more quieter. Now things actually gain momentum. I do have a dark cloud shadowing my world.

Mirror Upon Mirror

Pic #4

ODE TO BLUE INK

A BLUE PEN IS WHERE IT IS AT.

THE LETTERS CAN NEVER FALL FLAT.

A BALL WILL ROLL WITH THE GREATEST OF EASE

ALL THE WHILE YOU HASTILY SEARCH FOR YOU KEYS.

BLUE INK IS THE "CAT'S MEOW".

DON'T ASK ME WHY OR HOW.

I JUST PREFER IT TO BLACK OVER AND OVER AGAIN

BECAUSE IT FLOWS SO PRISTINELY FROM MY LEFT HAND.

IF I HAD AN OBJECTION

TO CAST MY AFFECTION.

THE INK IS ALWAYS A STAIN

LEAVING CLUES TO WHERE MY HANDS HAVE BANE.

SO IF THERE'S A CHOICE

ON ANY INVOICE.

WRITE IN BLUE INK

BECAUSE BLACK IS FLAT AND THE MISSING LINK.

JAMIE R. ROGERS