Disclaimer: extremely morbid. venture at your own risk.

             She woke up, sat upright, although she didn't look dizzy. The temperature around her felt quite higher than the normal, but she felt so comfortable in there, that she felt it suited her. She looked like, she was running a high fever, but felt beautiful and powerful from within. She walks into the bathroom, like she was gliding, floating, turns the door of the room to view the mirror hung on the door. The girl saw that the reflection she caught up with had the most exquisite face in the world, her sensuous lips, an artistic nose well carved, skin, so pale, clear and spotless, like she didn't look real, yet believable. Her eyes although spoke of a different tale altogether. Pain, was all that was there, like wanting to cry till there was no end, like they have put through so much of turmoil, but still her eyes manged to look captivating enough although peaceful. Sad, distressed but peaceful. Most of all, physiologically speaking, the structure of her eye looked slightly enormous to her face, and the white part of her eye( the sclera) had a dark tinge of red than usual, with pitch black eye balls, like they were painted, but with all this, there was still beauty, pain and love.
        Now, looking at her reflection and sighing, she realized, she couldn't breathe easy, like there were boulders blocking the air from the external, like she had to fight to let oxygen reach her lungs. She turned her head, twisted her neck sideways to glance closer, that's when she saw, she had 5-6 slits on her long, fragile, slender neck, blood had dried on the cuts, dark maroon, fleshy slits, like a set of gills on a dying fish on land. She screamed, touching them, feeling them, now only in fear and in a feeling of revolt.All of a sudden, she felt a move, something touch her back, something wet, as a reflex,gracefully pulling down her clothing, she turned, to view her back, only to see, wet green coloured worms  nesting on her back with green eggs, going in and out of her flesh. A portion of her long slender back was hollow, but populated with green eggs and worms, seeing this, she wailed into a hollow, screeching deathly cry....
        I woke with a start,with a force, tears streaming down my eyes, sweating at my extremities, felt my temperature drop. The girl's face flashed in my head repeatedly. It was me!!! Why was it me? Why was I like that? What exactly the dream meant? So beautiful, in pain and horrific, but still me! I touched myself all over in a manic way to check and recheck for worms, slits, blood, anything green, anything not human. Still not calm, I ran to my bathroom, to look into the same mirror, there was nothing. Just me.Nothing. So, I was dreaming. But, the house, the bathroom, the mirror were all mine.
       There are some unnatural things that never leave your head, no matter, how hard you try, this is just one of those.
      

They say, live and let live!! seriously, who lives??!

To my world..

Poor 'patience' is dumped somewhere underneath all the technology. Nobody possesses it anymore. With so many fields to be in, with so much to do, who has the time to listen, to read what you write or even publish for that matter. What could be better than blogging after a tired day?There is a sense of relief in blogging, like draining your thoughts in to a corked bottle and throwing it in the middle of the sea and having no fear of losing it.No fear. No inhibitions. No ridicules. Just expressions.