![]() Forcing pressure up her nostrils, injecting a sharp sting to her brain. Their weight pressed upon her until the forest was dense again and everywhere around her: water. A growth of strange people carpeted the ceiling sea. She thought she recognized a long dead comrade among the floating forms. The playful trees were old men with wispy beards and severed front parts - nothing to cover themselves. Those faraway willows revealed themselves: amputated arms with missing forearms and fingers. Like little play things dancing with the wind.Īs she swam closer, the sea thicket thinned. A dense forest of fir firmly rooted, swinging to and fro. From far, weeping willows swayed with the current. She closed her eyes and swam deeper, to the sea floor. From somewhere beyond seashore came sonic echoes, faint dispatches from a distant land: She stroked her arms out and wide like a peacock fanning its feathers. Still, she felt the water parting under her pressure, and because she wasn’t wearing anything, because they kept her unshod on a gleaming cement floor in that naked room, she was tickled by air bubbles swimming in and out of her, as though another ocean lay corked between her legs. She didn’t need that swinging body to swim. Floating above the swaying room and seeing herself a speck or a spore somewhere down below - suspended between two chairs, hanging like a lemur snatched from the wilderness. How could it come so easy? Buoyed by big waves. There was no salt in her mouth from her broken nose bleeding and pores sweating and skin swelling. She felt thunder fill the room, but couldn’t hear Colonel McPherson and his men. What would your father say? You fokken motherwhore! Six policemen with toad screams and erect dog ears howling right into her ears, shooting spittle straight inside: The waves blocking out cries from the hose welting rubber into her back, hoarse shouting rattling something free deep inside her ear. It made sounds: clapping rain sounds, trickling ice sounds, running water water running … rushing in cold waves and against river rhythm. T he blue of the water was a bright electric hue.
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