Thought Shield

There’s nowhere to hide. Ever since the first abduction, I have felt them sifting through my thoughts, pinpoint headaches never in the same spot twice. Other times, something almost imperceptible, more felt than heard, like a breeze so slow there’s only one moving blade of grass. But I know it’s their doing that I find myself questioning who I am. When I start to doubt my own memories, I know it’s time for action. I will line a swim cap with eight sheets of carbon- impregnated Velostat, attach grounding wires for when I sleep & the silver-fingered aliens slip through the walls like fish. My mind will appear in their probes only as an absense, black as any hole that used to be a sun.