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Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Rude Awakenings

I awoke slowly, consumed with inexplicable apprehension. My head seemed detached, distant and I swam through the mind’s darkness seeking the glow of consciousness. I became aware that it was dark; I couldn’t see. Anything. As the sleep cloud faded I realized something of even greater concern – I couldn’t hear. I was deaf.

This scared me more than anything. Darkness was a state I was accustomed to, it’s dark all the time, I close my eyes, it’s dark. But silence – total, absolute, unyielding – terrified me – I felt isolated, cut off from the world just beyond the darkness, more alone than I’d ever felt. Someone could be standing but a few feet from me, talking to me, telling me what had happened, warning me, but in the silent darkness, I would not know. I was alone.

Remember. Try to remember: What was I doing before the darkness, before the silence? Where was I? Where am I? I moved my right arm, slow, heavy handed. Then it hit – Wake up! Pain! Horrible, Searing, Throbbing – first my arm, then my shoulder, back, chest; my head. My head felt like I had been kicked in the face, by a horse wearing cleats. I instinctively reached up, then realized I was pinned – I couldn’t raise my arm to my head.

The pain, pulsing now, like a grinding toothache but the tooth is my head. Then the drill. That’s what it sounded like: a dental drill, right through the top of my head. I shout out, but nothing. I can make no sound, I am racked with escalating and all but unbearable agony, I cannot see, I cannot hear, I do not know where I am.

I don’t know who I am. A new level of terror – pain, horrible, pounding, searing, grinding pain and I don’t even know who is feeling it. I am so afraid. Then I smell it: smoke. Whoever I am, where ever I am, I smell smoke. Think. Think. What kind of smoke? There are different kinds. What do I smell?

Wood. Wood is burning. Then with the already excruciating pain everywhere, I feel it. Heat. Wood is burning near me. Whoever I am. I thought I was afraid before. Is the next awakening coming with the smell of me cooking? I try to move, now my whole body. I sense stuff on top of me, heavy, difficult to move. The heat increases, the smell now includes artificial scents: plastic, polyester, rubber. Flesh. I smell burning flesh.

I focus all my concentration and try to move – I’m on my back. I force myself up, feel wood and debris fall off of me, smell gypsum dust through the smoke, I sneeze. This shakes me awake and I begin coughing. At first I hear nothing but as I cough, nearly choking on the dust and smoke, I can hear my body hacking, each cough agonizing, my chest feeling as though it will cave in, arms like they were beaten with baseball bats, head pounding, swimming.
My eyes open. The room is dark, but I can make it out through my clouded vision. I see the sky through a hole in the ceiling, the walls around the hole cratered and burning. Lots of smoke. I focus hard, my head splitting, body straining as I lean forward, rubble from the ruined structure around me falling off. I can barely make it out, but once I realize what it is I find myself: a framed photograph of my family on holiday. On the night table.

I am in my bedroom – I am on my bed. The wrecked ruin around me, upon me, is my house. I look to the right. Beside me on the bed lies my wife, very still. As I sit upright, more rubble falling from my brutalized body; my ears split with a horrible buzzing, grinding sound. My head swims and I begin to topple back to the bed, catching myself. I know who I am, I know where I am; I observe with silent horror the ruin of my home around me.

My wife is dead. As I move closer to her I see that her face has been ripped from her head by a ceiling rafter, her neck broken, body torn by burning shards of something, the bed soaked in blood. I begin to cry and see in the broken mirror near me that I am bleeding and appear to have half of my face torn off, mangled right ear and skin hanging from my shredded head.

The pain overwhelms me as I look into the room next to ours, the children’s room. It is a flaming ruin, walls and ceilings collapsed, rafters and roofing crushing our two daughters, pinning them until the flames can finish them off. By now this has occurred and I stare into the burning hell that engulfs my family and I try to make sense of it.

Then I remember: Certain governments fly unmanned aircraft over residential areas and bomb houses where people they suspect of opposing them might be. Apparently, they were in the neighborhood and decided to drop by. While I didn’t really care one way or the other about them before, I think you can say I number myself among their growing opposition now.

And with no family to care for, or any chance of ever knowing a woman again with my face destroyed, I’ll have plenty of time to express it.

(c) simmbiosis 12/1/11

http://simmbiosis-spoken.bandcamp.com/track/rude-awakenings


16 comments:

  1. As always...well done! Mr. Craig, you definitely know how to set the tone... your 'shorts', seemingly lead the reader down one twisted path only to end up in another, far scarier, reality based destination.

    Still...ya gotta love the ride, bumps and all.

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  2. Glad to have you along for it! Don't want to be too predictable, now do I? Here in my shorts and all...

    Thank you Ms Val!

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  3. Excellent work.
    Gripping psychological fear.
    Painful physical horror.
    Who are the terrorists again?

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  4. a horrifying and potent read. redolent of the empathy so sorely lacking in us.

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  5. Horror stories are always more resonant when you realize you could be in them. Thank you both for taking time to read my work and especially for letting me know. I put this out for everybody and it means the world to me to know that it actually reaches you.

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  6. but I heard they hate us for our freedom???

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  7. Stupid man---I like to ask him--after the killings--did you bother to go after any of the politicians that are walking freely in America. If that happened to my family--I'd not stew about it--I'd get cracking.

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  8. Our freedom to do horrible things to them, no doubt. Sadly, the people who cause this kind of terror are all too isolated for the dirt poor schmucks they victimize to do anything about. Americans can't even reign in our leaders - don't think there's a lot of hope for those in Islamabad. Thanks for your comments!

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  9. Thank you for capturing in words the story behind every drone strafing, bombing and raiding throughout the world and in our own nations that most are blind, deaf and dumb to until the day when they don't know what's hit them. I found you via Patrick's excellent rendition.

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    1. Thank you for your consideration of my work. The subject is deeply troubling to me and I am pleased that it has resonated with so many. I Was unaware of the Youtube version of it. It appears to have been taken down. I would be interested in seeing it.

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  10. Patrick W. brings your word truths to light with images and sound here:
    http://youtu.be/bwhcLN40CRk
    Thank you...

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    1. Thank you for alerting me that my work has so resonated with so many. Apparently the video has been taken down, so I wasn't able to see it. I would certainly like to.

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  11. Powerful powerful poetry of painful reality. You took me there... completely.

    I have read this and listened to Patrick do it as mentioned above by Parzival. The two will be posted together on my blog before I sleep tonight.

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    1. I am humbled. Thank you for your kind response and for helping me advance the cause of reason in a world so mad. Hopefully I can connect with Patrick to see his interpretation of my work.

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  12. Patrick had his YouTube suspended but he has another site going up. At the moment it has pitifully few of his masterpieces. The JDL have been targeting him for some time... not much of a surprise there!

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    1. I would like to see some of his work. Thank you for keeping me apprised!

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