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IN SICKNESS AND IN HEALTH

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madness by undergroundobsession, literature

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madness

I could tell my mother was hiding something from me, but she’d always been so careful about covering up her tracks (a trait I had not inherited), that I eventually gave up trying to pry when we managed to speak over milky spoonfuls of off-brand Fruit Loops. I should’ve realized when she started wearing loose clothes, and put on weight. When she woke up early in the morning and locked herself in the bathroom for an hour. I should’ve realized long before she snuck out of the house in the middle of the night, wearing slippers to keep from waking me up with the sound of her clogs click-clacking against the old wood floor. But I d

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blink

The room was drenched in darkness. It was a solid thing, a living breathing fearsome creature. Angry. He stumbled in. The microwave clock read 4:16AM. Half an hour slow. He didn’t notice. The floor creaked. It always did. It screamed like when you step on a cat’s tail, when you feed salt to a snail, when you pour water on a witch. He didn’t notice. There was a body in his bed. He didn’t realize until he’d already climbed in. It was a warm body. It had his face. A doppelganger. Or the little white pill was finally catching up. The third one, maybe. Or else the fourth. He stared at it. Breathed on it.