Apr 2020
The first flame slowly flickers out.
No other source of illumination burns.
You gather kindling, desperate to find some sense of security.
The security light brings.
Ash begins to gather on your face.
Forming your very visage, only frozen in place.
The mask of undeniable terror.
No other source of illumination burns.
You gather kindling, desperate to find some sense of security.
The security light brings.
Ash begins to gather on your face.
Forming your very visage, only frozen in place.
The mask of undeniable terror.
What seest thou else, on the dark backward and abysm of time?
June 2017.
June 2017.
