Out of Sight
It’s the eyes. They hold out the longest. I know because I’ve been there, all right? I’ve seen it. When everything is out of sight, at least I know where I am.
Who I am.
What I am.
I could still see his damn eyes when I passed over this time. They shimmered along the back wall of the place I landed. Shit-hole, truth be told.
I’ll make an exception for you. Because what I say here doesn’t matter. We can be friends, right? Because you’re there and I’m here. And I can’t hurt you. There’s a separation. A divide. I can’t breach it from this stinking establishment. This hell-hole that isn’t hell.
But I can find you when I leave. I can. And you’ll want to be on the right side then. Because he may have beaten me, but he’s gone now. He can’t stop me from getting what I want.
And I will have her.
You’ll help me, won’t you?
Newer readers may not be prepared for my fiction. It’s dark, and I don’t always know where it’s heading when I start. Nevertheless, a series of fiction, for however long the voices hang around. Enjoy, and thank you for reading, for commenting and for spending time in my microscopic corner of the web.