static

he sits alone on the precipice of his life looking down he dares not look up for fear of losing his grip to tip the precarious balance between dark and light is enough of a push to make one simple step a fatal slip sitting in silence with the buzzing panic of static in his head it spreads through his concentration like a spinning cloud of electric flies he tries not to notice but it’s no use he closes his eyes so tight but it grows louder and louder until it totally encases his mind tightly wrapped in a translucent filminess amber yellow and warm swirling gray infused by popping and crackling sparks tenuous fingers pry and poke into his thoughts cracking open and scrambling his brain typical ordinary life is the normal exception anymore just a short intermission as the demon sleeps that fatal slip is looking more and more tempting a means to an end farewell to family foes and friends