They take so long to die and even then I'm sure the ones I buried out back might have moved.
The last one was lying where I left it, immobile and slowly drowning in a pool of its own blood.
I can still feel its eye looking at me from around the blade of the axe I buried in its head.
It smiles around the blood and I wonder if he was human too.
A part of me thinks it'd be smarter to assume it isn't.
A part of me thinks I'm a monster too and feels a sense of companionship towards these things.
I am okay and I am human.
If I tell myself that for long enough it might start to become true.
Even while I think this I can feel bits and pieces of me rewriting themselves.
I wonder if he felt like this too before he went.
The last one was lying where I left it, immobile and slowly drowning in a pool of its own blood.
I can still feel its eye looking at me from around the blade of the axe I buried in its head.
It smiles around the blood and I wonder if he was human too.
A part of me thinks it'd be smarter to assume it isn't.
A part of me thinks I'm a monster too and feels a sense of companionship towards these things.
I am okay and I am human.
If I tell myself that for long enough it might start to become true.
Even while I think this I can feel bits and pieces of me rewriting themselves.
I wonder if he felt like this too before he went.
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