She closed her eyes and a fly appeared
from undulating darkness, right where she imagined her pupil was. It was first looking away from her, but then it turned to face her, grew bigger as it flew toward her, through her, behind her into that void she calls soul. She wondered at what point visions like this are officially considered hallucinations. Then she put that thought aside and fell into sleep. Flies are harbingers of death and decay. That’s not something she’s aware of or really even equipped to face at all.Gettysburg, Pennsylvania, November 2017