Heart de Stone Part III

 

HEART de STONE PART III

by

Anthonystjoseph

     It was the final Sunday of November in the year two thousand and thirteen.  I drifted to sleep enjoying a peaceful slumber.  All of a sudden, it was another dream; all of a sudden, I was there in the hospital…  She was in a room they said was three six three.  All of them staring, thinking ‘he, he, he’.  While all I did was stand there thinking, ‘me, me, me.’  I stayed for a while, confused just a little.  Wondering how in the hell I got caught in the middle. 

     Confusion and fog had completely set in.  Then some old hag handed me some Menthol Misty Thins.  I gathered my strength and decided to leave, remembering to myself, my name was not Steve.  Another old hag got in the way of my leaving; I handed her the Misty Thins as she smiled with joy.  I dashed down the stairs knowing that problem was theirs.

     This time was different, I awoke feeling troubled…  I imagined the tubes, the sickness, and the emaciation; this time my feelings needed emancipation.  This dream was quite different because time was the key.  This dream was quite different because the time was on me.  It was becoming my decision to make and quite quickly.  Would I finally and completely walk away this last time?  Would I really walk away for all the threats to my shine?

This is not an ‘Imitation...’.

By

Anthonystjoseph

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