Eric Fomley

I've been trying to convince myself for a month that none of this happened.

That I didn't see, feel, or truly experience all of it.

Lying to yourself is an art, I'm finding.

Because no matter what I say to convince myself otherwise, I know what I saw.

I see it throughout the day and every night when I close my eyes.

I'll have to pretend because I need my job.

I'll have to keep it to myself because people don't like their comfortable reality being fucked with by things they don't think are possible.

But what I'm telling this piece of paper here, in my therapist's office, is that I know what lives on the other side of this reality.

That there are ways where the things over there can come over here.

And all I can do, night and day, from this day forward...

is pray that the zipper dividing our worlds stays shut.