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Published on March 30, 2008 By Zoologist03 In Fiction Writing

(Note: This isn't exactly futuristic...though I suppose it can be seen as such in some way.  It's just more of an alternate reality piece, but there are some impending future consequences...so that's my cop out. )

 

I wake up in a cold sweat, shivering in the deepest fright.

I feel a strong compulsion and venture out into the night.

 

Though I wish to turn back and run to the safety of my bed,

My legs work by themselves and through the darkness I am led.

 

I walk in the inky blackness towards an unknown place.

The cool caress of night sweeps across my face.

 

This does nothing to allay my terror or my fear,

For I know in my heart of hearts something wants me here.

 

My pulse pounds hard within my head,

And all my thoughts are doused in dread.

 

The air is still and silence deafening.

The presence I feel is beyond threatening.

 

Strange feelings and thoughts run through body and mind.

I feel very odd, I begin to unwind.

 

I am upside down and inside out.

I yearn to scream, I need to shout.

 

I am squeezed through space and time.

Unspeakable sensations- I am solid, and then I sublime.

 

My consciousness fades and later I awake.

Groggy, I attempt to stand; deep, gasping breaths I take.

 

Looking around I see not what I knew.

A terrifying world, lit in a malevolent sanguine hue.

 

The land is covered in charred jagged rocks and twisted grotesque trees,

I hear a sound, see movement and freeze.

 

Small creatures approach me from the shadows they slink

With flesh like maggots and eyes a sick pink.

 

Small limbs with tiny hands and feet ending in claws,

Bulbous, malformed heads and slurping, drooling jaws.

 

A circle they form around me and a strange buzzing fills the air.

Something bigger is coming, of which I am unaware.

 

Jarring now the droning is, in my very bones,

New figures come forth, seated on ornate thrones.

 

The new arrivals are decorated with elaborate baubles and gems,

They arrived on carts pulled by skeletal beasts possessing many limbs.

 

These prestigious monstrosities are twice my height.

I could do little but shake and cower in fright.

 

Their flesh is the same disturbing, disgusting tone.

But their eyes are black and muscle riddles the bone.

 

The buzzing now stops and my nerves are wracked with pain.

A cacophony of thought bombards my brain.

 

Like a drunkard I stagger and begin to wail,

I struggle and writhe to escape this torment to no avail.

 

Strange words from a strange language are projected unto me,

I understood not and so wanted to flee.

 

Before I had taken one step or a muscle even twitched,

I am suddenly pounced upon, held down and stripped.

 

A Tall One draws a short thin blade of a dull, emotionless grey.

Into my flesh it sinks tracing some strange glyph along the way.

 

I cry out in agony as the cold metal ravages my skin.

All the creatures do in response is blink, chatter, and grin.

 

A sacrifice, is that what this is all for?

To rouse me from sleep and send me through a dimensional door?

Was it just bad luck or am I special in some way?

Why go through all the trouble to spirit me away?

As I asked these questions it seemed the rite was complete.

More words were exchanged, and I was very weak.

 

My eyes become heavy and a deep sleep was to come,

I drift away; my body is light and very numb.

 

I awoke to birds chirping the sun well on its way through the sky,

A beautiful spring morning and somehow I did not die.

 

So was that all a dream?

Just some odd torment that my subconscious did teem?

I slowly rise from my bed and look at my sheets,

They are stiff and covered in bright scarlet streaks.

 

My gaze shifts to my stomach that was covered in some symbol.

There are scars burnt black, and my body starts to tremble.

 

I feel something poking, prodding from within,

I can’t believe my eyes; a pale clawed hand reaches through my skin.

 

 

~Zoo  (Yeah, it's freakin' crazy isn't it? )


Comments
on Mar 30, 2008

Whoo whee, what a ride this one is...  There are so many things I like about it, I don't know where to start.  I like that it is a poem, It has a Poe-like quality about it without emulating the master.  It also is somewhat Bradburyesque.

Let me just say you sure know how to pack a literary punch, mate.  Awesome work

on Mar 30, 2008

 

Whoo whee, what a ride this one is...

You get weird stuff when I write in the middle of the night.

There are so many things I like about it, I don't know where to start. I like that it is a poem, It has a Poe-like quality about it without emulating the master. It also is somewhat Bradburyesque. Let me just say you sure know how to pack a literary punch, mate. Awesome work

Heh, heh. Thanks, mate.  Glad you liked it.

~Zoo

on Mar 30, 2008

Whoo whee, what a ride this one is...
agreed

Very Alien...I like the style you wrote this in.

on Mar 31, 2008

Very Alien...I like the style you wrote this in.

Hehe.   Thanks, Kelly.

~Zoo

on Mar 31, 2008

I liked it very much, Zoo.

Very Alien...I like the style you wrote this in.

Agreed.

You sure you just didn't go to some frat party?

on Mar 31, 2008

You sure you just didn't go to some frat party?

Eh, pretty sure.  It didn't reek of booze there.

Thanks for readin'.

~Zoo

on Mar 31, 2008
A lot of Poe there! Loved it.
on Mar 31, 2008

A lot of Poe there! Loved it.

Thank ya, Doc.

~Zoo

on Mar 31, 2008
on Mar 31, 2008
I'll take the smiley face as a compliment, SanCho.

~Zoo
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