Hands tore at his flesh
How many were there?
How many hands?
How many bodies attached to them?
Hues of oranges and reds melted together
with blacks and grays,
but nothing took a true shape
nightmares crawling
rattled remnants of an addled brain.
He couldn’t count them
Couldn’t count the swimming lines
of blacks and grays and reds
that moved against him
Couldn’t count the galloping heartbeats
playing angrily against his ribs
The fire ran through him,
angry and hungry
Hauntings of the past flashed in his mind,
jabbed at the soft spots
as if something was slowly eroding
the calcified pieces of his soul
leaving the frayed veins open
to the elements
Half-drawn memories faded
one into the next
each more gruesome than the first
A bloodless face met him
all the tricklings of life gathering on the floor about her knees
Congealing.
Regrets fell in line
dutiful soldiers en route
to crush him
About the Creator
Emily McGuff
@theuninkling
Author of Crystalline and the Hollow Touch Series (self-published on Amazon)
Lover of lyrics and poetry.
Obsessed with sci-fi and fantasy.
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