images blurred from
moving too fast
enough
to invoke a response
not
enough to keep my attention
voices
spoke simultaneously
demonic
and foreign of tongue
a
continuous echo in my head
as
salivation ceased
a
familiar taste accompanied each breath
that
of decayed flesh and coagulated blood
without
fear
I
questioned reality it felt too surreal
distorted
my perception to a twisted point of view
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