I hadn't lived in decades. Obituaries typed up at the computer by dictation I could keep up, but further proof reading showed tons of typographies that hurt me. A hundred thousand keys in the key of C, of G and D cascading riddle ridden words, a multitude of a ring of keys. Silver bike keys, forgotten doors, keys to places in cheap plastic dairies, sanguine and smelling strongly of steel...... washed in my pores deep between the molecules of my body they pulled me apart as I walked through the metal fog-- random ragged and nosensical my master key was gone
Who had found my key?
I felt spooked someone was standing in the back of the room with me, my neck and back prickled. I was training to drive the trollied hearse, worried about getting lost and the bodies turning into great scoops of wax. My ideas had vanished. I watched from across the street and knew then, it had been steered by a jagged finger worn handle from the back. They all laughed because they'd known all along. Inside I was full of emptiness frozen so rigidly with the inablity to move, silent, unable to prove my day by day worth. Muted keys lined the windowsill, I spun my head and started at the empty gray space behind me, had the urge like a child to glance into the dark spaces under the floorboards. Someone was stealing from me, someone was watching me, someone was doing a terrible thing to me and I had no defense against it. I was looking for tyrants and finding them everywhere.