Correctness

She was right. I destroyed the entire apostrophe. Then, disembodied hands came over. I don’t know, some. Maybe 11. And they made patterns on the floor like dancing, except I began to have seizures in my mind when I saw them. The seizures made me have sudden experiences of other people’s experiences of doing things they should not do. Terrible things they do. Whatever was extreme, I would be doing it inside me as them. She was wrong. The entire apostrophe came after me. In the end, I made a stand near the lip of a cave system once used by aboriginals for extended group dreaming. I died there in the crossfire. They shot me with bullets. But it was arrows they found in my body. Arrows and stones. Some of the stones had little signs on them. Inside me. At the mouth of the cave. She was right. They caught me at the lip. Like a fish. With a hook made of what their secrets hid. The barb whispered from shadows of her shapes and eyes.