I was wandering in the darkness08:34 Jul 07 2008
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I was wandering in the darkness; and I couldn’t see my hands in front of my face 4or my feet below. The air was still and the ground I walked on felt wallowed, like tracking through ankle-deep partially dried cement. It was hard to hold my footing as I walked aimlessly in the darkness. Then the darkness transitioned slowly into a fog thick as cotton and as white as a sheet. My line of sight still unable to see my hands before me and feet below me and now the ground beneath my feet began to shift and move like I was standing on a bed of serpents. The ground convulsed and heaved, writhing up and down like a bad fair ride. The fog began to lift and I could see past my waist to my knees. I can see past my nose to my shoulders. I continued to walk as the ground seemed to calm. I tracked forward still the white veil that obscured my vision almost completely gone. I could see my hands and the tops of my shoes but still not the soles of my feet. I was frozen in place by the sight of the sun cutting a path through what remained of the fog. and I realized the soggy ground that I had been walking on wasn’t ground at all, it was water near a beautiful beach with bleach white sand, large palm trees waving to and fro and I stood on the bluest waters I had ever seen, clear from top to bottom. I could see fish and rays swim beneath my feet. And then I saw shadows swirling from the bottom and circling the beautiful fish, devouring them. Sharks of all kinds, barracudas, eels and other predatory creatures of the deep. The ocean shuddered and buckled and I saw big crevasses open up in the floor of the sea and the water began to boil and pop all around me, stinging me as if I had put water in a hot pan full of oil. The ocean sizzled, the fish tried to jump from the water only to fall back down in, their bodies reduced to skeletons that swirled down into the darkness. And the water turned red like blood, it was blood. Then human portions began to bob up all around me like some kind of sinister stew. Parts not severed but torn asunder, ripped from where they had been attached. This all floated around me and the waves began to move, splashing against me pushing me toward the shore wave after wave, coagulated and rancid like runny pudding . I felt myself begin to sink, scrambling, standing on a torso here, a bunch of arms and tissue there, trying to regain my footing. Trying to stand, I looked down to, to…I don’t know why I looked down. And there I was standing on the carpet of faces, eyes wide open, mouths gapped wide forever frozen in an eternal scream. The sun blistering hot burning my skin and I could see a dark cloud on the horizon as I made my way to shore. As I made it to shore vultures and buzzards began to appear in multitude with crows and ravens, magpies and pigeons and they began gorging themselves on what washed ashore, just gobbling down chunks bloating themselves until they burst and their eyes bled, until their stomachs ruptured, so many birds flying down gorging themselves on what washed ashore. Their wingbeats sounded as a thousand drums, their flight created a wind that made the palm trees bend.. And then the cloud that had been on the horizon was now overhead darkening the sky, and the drumbeat of the birds wings was drowned out by a deafening buzzzzz of a billion wings.
"have to stop will add the rest later!"
COMMENTS
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Bloodmother
04:55 Aug 17 2008
Intense and visual. Would be easier to read if you put a few paragraph breaks in. Easier on the eye.