My latest post in my nightmare series where reality is bent and horror is limitless. A little more obscure than my other posts. Enjoy!
I try to spit out what I’ve already swallowed,
The lingering taste shrinks my tongue
And chokes my gasping regurgitation,
A virus, invading my castle and breaking stone
To bring me to my knees, as darkness
Hovers over my feeble position, a spider
Approaches casually, surveying my horror,
It speaks, not to further my horrid torment
But to give warning of those words I spewed,
It expressed the terror it felt from the echo
Coursing through it’s vast tangeled web
That I find myself caught in, a strangled prey
Hunted by the ghost I spoke of, reaching for me
In the dwelling light, abandoned by the spider
As I’m the captive of what I said, kept high
In the inverted tower weakened by the slither
Of my expression, I wear shackles now
Holding me in the center of encapsulation,
As all around me, looms above my perception
And the web has sunken in, taking me down
Into the deepening pit, surrounded in torment
In which I hold myself, yelling at me collapsed,
The spaces in the web fill in with onlookers
That pressure me down into the fathomless
Making me hear what I said high pitched
Crippling me as all I can do to get away
Is run deeper into the void, looking forward
Away from the collision of sound and mind,
Escape being just outside of my grasp
With those words repeating in the tomb
That stretches on into an illusion of end,
Never feeling the relief of the weight
Upon my chest in the drowning pit slide off,
It weighs heavier, soaking every passing second
Until I, cease to be able to hold my tongue.
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