Bogleech.com's 2018 Horror Write-off:
Not Not
Submitted by Monkeysky
Don't read this. Don't talk about this. Don't think about this.
In the morning, I wake up and I open my eyes and I feel myself existing in everything I feel. I am my skin, and my blood and bones and my teeth and my eyes and my lungs and my hands and feet and my tongue and my bladder and my bile.
I close my eyes, and I see the light refract through the red vessels of my eyelids. I close my eyes again and fill my skull with darkness.
I cover my ears and hear the blood pumping through my limbs and my head. I cover my ears again and fill my mind with silence.
I hold my breath, and I feel the pressure and tension in my lungs. I hold my breath again and fill my body with emptiness.
I undress, and I feel my skin against my body and the air against my skin. I undress again and nothing covers me. I undress again and I become nothing.
Nothing isn't bad. Nothing can't be hurt, and nothing can't hurt anything else.
Until the next day, when I wake up and I open my eyes and I feel myself existing in everything I feel.
In the morning, I wake up and I open my eyes and I feel myself existing in everything I feel. I am my skin, and my blood and bones and my teeth and my eyes and my lungs and my hands and feet and my tongue and my bladder and my bile.
I close my eyes, and I see the light refract through the red vessels of my eyelids. I close my eyes again and fill my skull with darkness.
I cover my ears and hear the blood pumping through my limbs and my head. I cover my ears again and fill my mind with silence.
I hold my breath, and I feel the pressure and tension in my lungs. I hold my breath again and fill my body with emptiness.
I undress, and I feel my skin against my body and the air against my skin. I undress again and nothing covers me. I undress again and I become nothing.
Nothing isn't bad. Nothing can't be hurt, and nothing can't hurt anything else.
Until the next day, when I wake up and I open my eyes and I feel myself existing in everything I feel.