Saturday, September 10, 2016

Pluck, Strings, Ramblin' Like a Wild Geese

The rocks dug into my flesh as I clawed my way higher.


I had to get up there, I just had to. I'd find answers to everything. Wouldn't I?



And there I was, above everything, above all, except. I moved slowly, fearful, towards It.
It laid on the ground, crouched like a beast, an unknown creature. Its eyes darted around, at times watching me inch my way closer, then slicing across the air to some unseen interest in the distance. It spoke, shattering the rhythm of my heartbeat. Its voice, wet, sharp, painful almost, and as it spoke, slime and drool dripped from its source. 


"Before you, what do you sssseeeee?"



"The Earth, my world."



"Yesssss a world, but not yourssssss."



"I want it, all of it. How do I take it?"



It paused as it shifted slowly, scratching the ground as it moved to look directly at me. Stared at me, as if time waited for It.



"Walk among them, feed them doubt and cause them to wander. Return to thisssssss rock when thisssssss isssssss done."



It slunk away from me, and  fell to the ground, spewing the very liquids of my organs onto the harsh rock. And so I began feeding doubt and gave them cause to wander, and when no soul was left doubtless and  focused, I returned.


Again, It laid there crouching, watching.



"Is it all mine now? Can I claim it?


Greed, Pride. Eager I was, to take it all.



But It made no sound nor uttered a word as it moved away again, scratching the ground.









"It issssss mine now more than ever."