This would be much easier if I could make it black or white. I could love whom I love and hate the rest. But the ones I hate are lovable and the lovable ones have an ugly, cold side waiting to be turned my way. I trust none.
I could love whom I love and hate the rest. But ones I hate are lovable and lovable ones have indifference waiting to be turned my way. So, I trust none.
I see damaged souls twisted this way and that by fear and absolute certainty. Monstrous egos and admirable humility are crammed into them, choc a bloc.
If I cannot sort them easily, how can they, trapped within themselves, find the tie that binds to work the knot toward freedom?
I am saddened while gladdened. I'm beguiled and off put.
I recall camaraderie, handshakes, back patting and smug assuredness. But I cringe at the duplicity and inclination to bully and dismiss with equal ease.
Then the clouds part and the light pours in. Those twisted souls once were human and are human no more. Automatons they are. Doll's eyes hide unthinking obedience in the task they work for their masters.
These people frighten me; half-smiles half-crooked like a picture wire on a nail hung wonky. They'd be as likely to die for me as to see me dead; programmed as they are.
These are Pod people and there are infestations in their gathering. There is plotting and insidious chicanery afoot. Should I run to escape them or are there more in the direction I end up?
These last few days have been an endless spool of nightmares unthreading like a movie reel; a double-feature of death and horror on display. I was one of them. They had me once inside their cold machine. They've tasted my blood. My bitterness never goes away.
I turned that blind corner and the dark flytrap opened. Sweet nectar glistened in my eyes. For an urgent moment, I could smell the scent as I approached.
The tingle in my spine and the twitching of my thumbs brought the old familiar feeling back to mind. This is not my world and I'll never risk it all again on the spin of their illusory roulette. A game for fools; those who win only win regret.
