I
Beverly was off her meds last night while we perused the parade of paradoxes. Now she can see it all, shiny and clear, the teeth dripping blood and the hidden escape route down the long valley and into the trees.
II
Beverly was off her meds last night and she wanted the whole world to know it. She wants to explain what we’re obviously missing, to go on as we do as if nothing is wrong. It is hard to know something that nobody else does and to say what nobody can hear.
III
Beverly was off her meds last night and she didn’t see the morning creeping up from the east, without even the courtesy of a warning. The first rays of light surfed across the sea and rode on a wave to Beverly’s door and drowned the whole world in sunshine.
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