within seconds, behind the poisonous weeds with its colors, it bewitched me, the surroundings, all the flying and exhaustion-worn insects— among the weeds, I saw a few feet. those feet resembled the wild beasts that danced in my nightmares when I was a child. its toenails scraped the earth deep, so deep they bled it, and in my ears echoed the sound of flesh being torn.
whatever this creature was— its species, its planet, the nightmare it escaped from— the bright, moonlight-white eyes of this nameless being caught me. before the weeds could even move, in the air, laments sung for me had already begun to fly.
June, 2025 by Demon Ego