Devourer of Silence
When the Storm Speaks, You Won’t Survive to Listen
By Jason “Jay” BenskinPublished 2 years ago • 1 min read
Picture Credit: Created by FreePix
The storm ignites—black veins of fire,
Hissing tongues that twist and conspire.
The air is wrong. It groans. It sways.
The sky peels back in hungry waves.
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Lightning splits—a jagged grin,
Something slithers deep within.
A voice erupts, raw and torn,
Crawling from the static storm.
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Fingers stretch from flickering light,
Skeletal, crackling, whispering blight.
The wind convulses—shrieks, deforms—
Then drags me into the storm.
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