Cold sweat. Dry finger tips. Rough black bark chip nails. Callous toes. Dirt stain heels. Burqa rend tether at the ankles. Atmosphere surrounds so and such that no atmosphere breaths. Deliberate. Shadows like shrouds upon darker shrouds drip off the dead weight of reality. Swarm of something unknown buzzes between and echoes within. Screams of such become unhinged in volume. Clunks upon a strain strung ontological execution. Roman in a way. Below, sterns a dead Maine Coon in the leaves. Jerk hair flesh. Old bones shift tongueless hiss. Angry to be disturbed. Scabies piloerection. Crawls away from her bare steps to go be dead in some other vicinity. Execution rattles. Stigmata pulls through square nails. Climbs where the trees uproot and leave. Buzzing eats every other audible whereabout.

Barrigona and Huicungo rain forest flush. Flashes of fulgent lightning. Blindness in a split of split second. Opens gravities to an oaken ash shiver. Breath floats. Bare feet on wet leaves. Fog flows through the woods like an avalanche. Overtakes and surrounds. Fades away. World is back to the avoid of arachnid hickory eucalyptus wilds. Yellow Jacket nest vibrates above. Rain deluges. Trees invert. Disintegrate into bluegrass. Wasps de-evolve into fish flies. Stench of the mire swills. Topography twists. Part of the horizon moves left and the other right like giant invisible hands ringing out a wet cloth landscape. Upside down in two different directions. Follows one way. Backyard grass of a renovation. Walks past bodies. Roofer hangs off the steep. Compressor hose noose. Blue face. Long tongue like a grudge. Unnatural mouth snarls. Explosion in the distance. Fence phases. Sprouts tangly branches. Feet in wet sand. Forest barrier is decorated with flesh and bone. Severed head skull masks. Two mutilations lay on the concrete beach. One rests upon the other. A mangy girl crouches beside the two decomposing things. Flicks a syringe in her middle fingerless hand. Witnesses up. Smiles at Muerte.

"There you are. Want some?"

Squirts a little out the needle. Eyes like a jawless skull on a coffee table.

"Don't worry. I don't need to kill you again, my little Terra Coal. This would be just for fun. Our little secret. No? Are you sure? There's more than enough to go around and around. Nothing to say? Suit yourself, miss Coal."

Pokes one of the bodies. Syringe glows malachite glare.

Brain aches for a second. Dreams for another. Wakes up. Dies. Resurrects. Melts. Solidifies. Ricks out. Flops. Chews. Swallows. Aches.

Reaches for a hickory. Can't touch. Too slow for such grasps. The jungle won't abide.

Phases calm. Nothing around becomes something else. Walks while everything walks away from her.

Smells the noumenal. The core reality. Centre of truth. Centre? Bullshit. No such thing. Just another lie. Interpretation. Incoherent. Manifold. God. Nothing. And yet still something. Maybe a single interpretation is noumenal enough, though. Giving up is enough.

Sky changes. Air thins. In the mountains. Phases have returned. Conifers balance against steep. Christmas white fluff. Giant goat horn spirals. Breaths like pure snow microplastic spectres. Climbs. Evens out instantly. Shifts to flat. Dead rabbits in a forest coppice. Red on white. Man and his rifle. Young girl at his side. Deeper snow. Deeper woodland. Three ravens watch below. Giant nest in the distance. Set of eyes watch. Blink. Disappear.

Jungle raises. Snow fizzles. Helicopter whips above. She lumbers into a field. Giant distant Ark burns like a heat problem in a diluvian flood. Half an elephant runs away from such like a cranky flaming parrot falling from a balcony while trying to fly one last time. Watches like Rhys. Unfair.

Speeds. Train. Boxcar. Innards of a city. Smells of gray wanting to wear black. Hates blue but might've been such. Loses. Wins. Dies for nothing. Jumps out the train. Falls between old brick buildings. Spins. Spins. Spins.

Lands.

Jungle. Burqa. Axe. Barrigona crawl away. Opens out like un-sewing floral spiderwebs. Steps through. Sunlight douses cloth. Poppies smell like metal. Walks through the field. Crushes the poppies under her bare feet. They're not afraid of her.