The marshes are dank and cold. The water is high to your knees and thick as honey. Your ears bleeding, dripping slowly, sore and the hum conquers all other noises the forest produces. The icy zephyr creates ripples in the water as if there was an invisible hand skidding across. Moonlight reveals the cloudy mud infested water, filth comes up, knees reaching your torso with each step. Shimmering light shines into your eyes, reflecting the huntress, reflecting you. Mirror shards clutter the underside of the marsh: your boot crushes a large mirror, producing these shards. A tight grip takes custody of your right thigh. The constrict has a shroud of brown marsh and undetectable in the shards. The tightness is present and increasing with each passing moment, narrowing subsides, and your unable to feel your right leg. Paddling to the exit, trying to leave the thick marshes, regretting traveling deeper into the tears of the forest. Sharp agony impales your abdomen. A brown sleek serpent attached to your belly like a limb. Your body adds a red tint to the cloudy marshes. You began feeling tight, fingers becoming unresponsive, losing feeling in your left leg, perception of your surroundings vanishing. Your scream is stolen by the forest, marshes taking over. Peering towards the exit, a third serpent emerges. This one is larger than the other two, same sleekness, with a sage body. The eyes. The serpent’s eyes were magnificent. The large emeralds, white sclera encloses tightly around, circular like a solemnly human. Cracks across the sclera construct black straight hard turning lines that have remanence of ruins. No longer able to move your lower half of your body, out reaching toward the eyes. Your hand began gradually turning into stone. Trying to move your fingers, like you have before, and nothing. Forearm commencing the process as the stone disease takes your body. The eyes never leave yours. A lonely tear travels from your disease-free eye as the emerald ones do the same.
Tag: Writing
Hades
The gust almost knocks you to the ground. The path is on a steady climb. Your red eyes turn the forest into a blood nightmare. Closer to the peak the earth is becoming soft and weak. You reach the peak of the hill; the earth has a layer of fog thick as honey. A metal fence is surrounding this small, isolated part of the forest. The moon is full and considerable. There was nothing at the top of the hill except for a solid stone plaque, sticking out of the earth. Fog swirls around the plaque as a savior, praying to their god. When you take a step closer to the plaque, the fog separates, pardons so your boot only touches earth. A howl erupts from the forest, the howl of a powerful beast. The plaque was as tall as your arm, thick as your bicep. Words are inscribed onto the plaque but they are in a different language, a language you have never seen before. Symbol of a cowl is inscribed onto the plaque, a cowl a warrior might have worn to battle in an older time, a cowl any man would fear. The howl returns for a second time. The hair on your arms standing up reaching for the huntress. Sweat drops from your brow as you stare at the blood red color of your world. Somethings wrong. My love would not come here. Earth shakes in terror as the third howl burst. A fist explodes from below the earth and grabs onto your ankle. This being has no eyes, only a skull. The grip tightens and pulls you closer to the earth. Shaking free and escaping the grips of death, a second and third reach out from the earth and grab onto your legs sending you crashing into the earth. Death stares right into your red eyes. A fourth appears gripping onto your torso and pulls. Your body slowly is being pulled into the earth, into nothing. Your love appears in your mind, wondering if she is okay, wondering if she is thinking about you. Wishing you would have taken your love to all those events you hate so much. Grasping for oxygen as a fifth and sixth grab hold of your neck and arms pulling you deeper and deeper. I’m sorry.
9’s
She stood tall above all the rest
Across the ocean to prove she is the best
Not in her accomplishments
To most others astonishments
Now everyone knows she is well-dressed
Tails
“There’s two sides to every coin. A head and tails. Winning and losing. Flipping a coin is everything. Every path, every choice, every decision is a coin flip. Those who avoid flipping, waste away. That’s why I admire you. Never afraid to take a risk.” He laughs spewing spit. “Yet, this is what got you in this position. You flipped to many tails. Too many tails. Some people flip heads and some flip tails. Trouble was going to find you, reaping what you owe.” His face falling, and the other. The other was laughing. The laugh echoes around your drums, traveling, never escaping. “Bang.”
Damage
He stood over, bat in hand, dripping. The man contemplates another swing. Looks over his pray one more time, and smashes, shattering me into little pieces.
Fields
He lays in the hayfields, stationary, baking in the sun rays. The lifting breeze carries hay away and him with it.
Food Fight Ep.6
David
Daisy was increasingly heavy with no sign of slowing down. Exiting the Staters, David inhales the scene, a dozen bodies spread across the parking lot. Gummy bears own the Staters parking lot. Two new jeeps occupy the lot, engines still humming, and colorless. Half the outlaws are breathing and half lie still. Bringing Daisy to the outlaws jeep,
“Lauren! Let’s go!” No response. The parking lot was absent of sounds except for the jeeps. “Lauren?” The nest was empty. The ice chest was absent, no Ramon either. The sound of impending trucks speeding to the lot. Daisy laying unconscious in the passenger seat. David had to make a choice. David speeds off in the jeep getting Daisy back to the camp.
David looked through each street, looking for a sign of Lauren. I can’t show up without her. Luke will kill me. The camp was up ahead and David throttles forward. A pink lawn chair rested in front of the camp, Laurens chair. David placed Daisy carefully, placing the key in his pocket. David holds the key to the sun. Heading back to the jeep and heads back toward Stater Bros.
Saint's Muse 