Shadow on the Plain – Pt. 1

Retreat There’s something hidden here. Insidious, taking root in the erosion of my perception. I feel it, squirming uproariously, undulating with the cacophony of manic thoughts echoing behind heavy lids. It disrupts my sleep. Calls to me from the fringe of troubled dreams. Such visions it bestows upon me in the refuge of unconscious thought,…

The Host

they live in the air vents i hear them – there whispered ramblings distorted muttering inchoherent mumbling – are they plotting – vying to descend in the dead of night to pierce my larynx enter through the gash speak through my teeth – can we share this husk until it decays bloating and rotting in…