I think I am dreaming. Please. Let me be dreaming.
Intolerable, all-encompassing pain forced me immediately awake. An
endless blasted landscape under a murky yellow sky stretched all the way to the horizon. Unable to move my
head or even my eyes, I saw through my peripheral vision that my
arms had been lashed to a thick wooden board
and my feet dangled inches above the rotted soil. I hung motionless in
that hellish landscape, unable to do anything but stare straight ahead.
No! Not this! I’ve been crucified!
pain became even more intense and I felt within my ragged clothes things crawling around and inside my body. Something small and
black scampered across my face momentarily blocking my vision.
My head suddenly
flopped down like a marionette with its strings cut. Looking past my
undulating ragged and straw-covered clothing, I saw thousands of
mice pouring out of my pants legs to drop to the ground below, spreading out over the landscape like a black plague.
Actual crucifixion would have been a
I am a scarecrow and the mice that inhabit my body left it to feed.
They are returning
Please. Let me be dreaming.