Snakes

There's a snake in my shower. I can see it, wrapped around the showerhead. My husband must have put it there, he knows I'm terrified of snakes. I can no longer take showers, I sponge off at the sink.

There's a snake on my pillow. I see it there, coiled up, ready to strike. My husband says I'm seeing things, but I know he is trying to kill me. He never touches me anymore. I go to sleep on the couch.

I can't go to work anymore. My boss put snakes in my desk drawers. He hates me. He threatens to fire me, so I quit. My husband tells me I'm crazy, but I no longer trust him.

There are snakes in my car now. He really is trying to kill me. I called the police today, to have him arrested. They took me to the hospital instead. Why is everyone against me?

There are snakes all over the floor. I lie on my hospital bed curled in a ball. The nurses hate me too. They tell me I have to get up to use the bathroom and to eat, but how can I? The snakes will bite me.

The doctor came to see me today. I refused to speak to him. He claims there are no snakes, but I saw the one around his neck. He hates me too.

They say they put a catheter in me since I refuse to get up to use the bathroom. It's not a catheter, it's a snake. It's only a matter of time now, before I am dead.

I haven't had a thing to eat or drink in thirteen days. The food is rotten, crawling with maggots. They tell me I'm going to die, but it's better than living in this hell. I'm so sleepy now. I'll just close my eyes for a moment...