Cockroach Juice – Chapter I

The sun hid behind the ashened clouds of the desolate afternoon as the melody of rain and the fragrance of humid earth danced in through the ajar window.

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A butterfly clashed against the windowpane. The wind dragged it into the silent chambers, and laid its corpse to rest upon the snout of the sleeping performer.

The cat sneezed at the touch of the dead insect, and opened his eyes alarmed as the memories of the previous night returnt to him.

Lord Kamsim Mira jumped out of bed at once and staggered toward the towering double doors at the feet of his place of rest. He looked for pommels, yet found none. Scratching away the darkened wooden colours, the feline reached a solid wall. The doors had been a painting all along.

In whimpers, the cat turnt cold on his heels. He dragged his sore feet window-ward, and inadvertently burried his paw in his chest when he felt the weight of a million chains yanking his heart away.

With great strain, in tears, and with a runny nose, the cat fell on his four legs and crawled to the window sill. To the furtherance of his dismay, there was no afternoon that his senses could entertain, and much less a ground upon which to land and escape. The weary sky flickered. The illusion was uncapable of self-sustaining as the feline alternated sight between its falsity and the great black void below.

The aroma of earth’s union with the cleansing beads of heaven slowly painted images in the artist’s mind’s eye. Treasures of another time rendered the cat speechless as though his grieving bleeding chest denied him the utterance of his agony.

Overcome by a weakening uneasiness, Lord Kamsim Mira’s chest fell beyond the window-sill. Nauseous, the feline made an attempt to recover the equilibrium, yet his paws slipped off as waves of sickness increasingly rushed in. The bile trespassed the cat’s threshold, and he regurgitated. Blood vessels exploded from the corners of his eyes as the blackened vomitus poured out of his shaking body.

Impotent to hold himself any longer, Lord Kamsim Mira plummeted into the abyss; however, the visions followed him into the pit.

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