By Gesa Musiol
Have you ever seen the dark crouching?
It behaves like an animal.
It smells fear.
It gets hungry.
When hurt, the dark will withdraw.
Sometimes, it attacks.
Lurking in corners, when the sun sinks to its death, it waits.
A sparkling night may tempt you to trust the stars’ shine.
And that’s when it will strike.
First, the tips of your fingers will go numb.
There will be a metallic taste at the back of your throat.
Slowly, like dust falling on forest hills in the mornings,
Your consciousness will seep out of your eyes,
Leave that shell of your body.
Vaporised, your past mingles with the night air.
It will not hurt,
But you will be gone by the time it is done.
About the Author:
Gesa Musiol occasionally publishes her creative outpourings on her personal blog, and is currently about to conclude her postgraduate studies in Anglo-German Cultural Relations. She loves absurd alliterations and anything caffeinated.
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