More of Aimee Mallory’s Writings

My Phantasmagoria




The memory is there as I awake and my brain begins to resurface.
I am not always aware completely as the phantasmagoria is often diaphanous.
I am merely a static, flux that is subliminal.
The creatures of my continuing phantasmagoria  make sure I know they are existential.
They look deformed in the face as it often changes shapes and look like a mutation.
I here them patter the hooves where feet should be and it sounds heavy even though they are Lilliputians.
I am scared as I know experiential that I will receive another skin cell removal tonight.
I am afraid as I must close my eyes.

I enjoyed this very much. It gave me a challenge as I had to look up words that I was unfamiliar with. I am enjoying school right now and figured increasing my vocabulary could only be to my benefit.