The Possession of Camille Parker

She awoke this morning and looked into the mirror to see heavy eyeshadow fading into many shades of flat blues, caked and smeared as if she had been wearing it for days & reapplying it without cleaning it off first… she does not wear make up.

Her morning tastes like sewer water though she made it the same way she does every morning. Why?

“Something inside of me,” she thinks, “is tweaking with my brain”  why why why

In rapid succession, her thoughts are racing, a never ending left turn.

“Something is the matter…” She thinks, still drinking her sewage coffee for the caffeine. “I don’t know but I…..I think I’m posessed.”

As soon as she said the words aloud, she knew they were true.
but why? and by whom?

This may warrant taking off a sick day from work but it’s a little hard to explain, no?

“A seemingly demonic force has taken up shop in my head space and I’m questioning not only my existence, but existence overall. Can I come in tomorrow?”

Can’t imagine that’d work out very well. She picks up the coffee pot to pour it out in the sink but instead of flowing out straight down, it pours upwards, leaving a leaking stain on the ceiling.

She blinks and does nothing for a moment. “Okay. Something is either completely fucked with my head or I’m possessed. Either way, I don’t know what I’m going to do.”

Don’t Say I Didn’t Warn Ya

Camille, swathed in fine linen and imported Italian velvet, lies in a half-awakend daze staring at the alarm clock she had just hit the snooze button on. Stretching out her legs and scratching her hair, she yawns a deep down from the diaphragm yawn, when she is startled by a metal-on-metal grinding noise permeating the room. A purple haze spreads about the boudoir, shading the room in a muted ultraviolet light.

A thunderous multi-layered voice in various harmonic pitches begins to speak in a surround sound fashion:

MORTAL FOOL!

Do you honestly believe the sissified potions and elixirs pumping through your bloodstream have anything against what is in this hand of mine? There are some spade jesters in the deck and a Queen of Blue so please make no mistake, there is absolutely nothing I wouldn’t & couldn’t do.

She sits up and lifts the silk eyemask onto her forehead and looks around. Everything was still, nothing was out of place, no intruder in sight.

The voice continues:

I have quite literally destroyed entire galaxies. I’m consuming millions more by the second into my being even as we speak.
Meaning every bit of pain you’ve every felt since birth & beyond is not even one trillionth of my power. And believe me, mortal, this isn’t even my final form…”

“Excuse me,” she squeaks out, still looking around, unsure of where to direct her attention. “What does this all have to do with me?”

“I mean you know no harm. Really I don’t darling, it isn’t personal. It’s the Nature of the business. So, I’ve come to tell you…”

A cool breeze blows through Camille’s arm hairs, sending a shiver down her spine. She pulls the blankets up to her chin.

“You should be proud of yourself for making it this far, my dear.”

Gone in an instant. The purplish tint fades away into normalcy and the metallic grinding dissolves into silence before she can catch her breath and ask another question.

Once again, she’s alone in her boudoir, questioning if it was even worth ironing her work suit and wading through rushhour traffic, or getting out of bed at all.

Birds chirp a melodious tune outside her window and the preset coffee maker in the kitchen gurgles in response. Her cat crawls up from under the bed and licks her nose.

Swan Song of The Common Damned

Mommy, talk to Yahweh
before it’s too late

everything is wrong & lost in a smog
buy me a ticket and ship me off to Hong Kong
before this world erupts.

Mommy, talk to Yahweh
before it’s too late

and the late is getting close, I’m afraid
my sanity is matching the world around me
I have nothing left & few words to say

if you’re dead before the dawn is done

don’t say I didn’t warn ya.

 

Mommy, talk to Yahweh
before too long

better hurry before I finish this song
it’s only a matter of time so let me know
if you wanna come along
before this world goes up in flames.