Spiralling by Tharidi Walimunige

Spiralling

Words and Illustration by Tharidi Walimunige

i lost a bargain to Time. to dreams of day he banished me, endlessly wandering, or was it wondering? i forget all in the service of whimsy, a carousel mind. when will I get off? will I even know if the descent is real and true, or will that be Time’s illusory taunting too?

behead me, i think to beg, but Time would plop my head in the juices of unreality. so tart a toxin, it must be cold. i will pickle and he will have won two to nil.