Perfect Stillness

     The air is perfectly tranquilized, and feels eviscerate and enclosing.  It is a day for ghosts to haunt the streets.  I walked outside of my place the bed bugs receding into their old places.  Those who have come to seek me will sit nursing their wounds for a time, and they will come again to ask me to return to my old ways.  But I will not awake the old ghosts, and crawl backwards into an old bird that is my basest self.  I walk into the clinic and see a woman working she looks tired, and is wearing scrubs that are worn out.  I can see that she's treating my old friend.  I wait for her to step away for a moment then walk up like an old ghost.  He sees me, and his eyes light up with an inexplicable terror.  "Don't bother me anymore."  I walk away from him, and leave him to the mercy of the hospital.  I have given him a choice I hope he chooses it.