HER!

Falling.  Unendingly, unfailingly.  Running so fast down a bleak dirt road, i never meant for this to happen.  Never meant for her to find out, for the truth to be known.  But this is how it happens right, how it works?  She hates me now, i dont blame her.  But the rest.  If ever i needed friends, but then, purhaps if i had called on them sooner, this would never have happened.  The darkness of the night consumes me, but i know its not enough.  Pounding foot falls echo in the wilderness, etching fear into my mind, giving me pause.  My legs are weakening, my spirit failing, I need to be far away by morning, because if they ever catch me....  Well, lets just say there are worse things than death in the dark places of the psyche, in the world of the mind.  

She told me you know.  She made sure i knew, and knew well just what could happen to me.  That is, if i ever hurt her.  who would have thought, would have imagined it could happen this way.  But then, we all pay the price for our oh-so-treasured trust.  One way or another.

My feet are bleeding, i'm sure of that now.  Why did she have to show me?  Surely it would have been better if i hadnt known.  In a world of silence, i spoke.  I have to think they cozened me somehow.  I have to believe i'm the unwitting pawn here, caught in the sights of a dark and terrible queen.  Gifted and guided by a god like king.  

The dawn is comming.  Fiery red and blasing in my eyes.  The darkness is gone and i'm in the open.  Curse this forsaken place!  The shadows melt in lew of the bright cancer, eating up the sky, leaving me listless and alone in my ordained peril.  God help me.

The tarmac.  If only i can leave the tarmac.  If only the desert could erase my thoughts.  Then the dark ones might pass me by.  might leave me to die, faded and lost in the dust, covered by the desert sands.  Surely i am not worth so much.  Even now.

As the sun cascades into the western peaks, drawing with it the last violet hues and glistening rays of day now spent.  The desert has claimed me, but i live yet, suffercating in the desolace of a wasteland, a prison, boundless and lost.  Stiring slowly, i raise my drying eyes to the sky.  Dark clouds are closing, merging with the night and forstalling the inevitable rise of a deathly golden moon.

About me the desert, upon me the winds.  Rain!  Hail!  BUT WAIT!  Whats this?  The burning cold steel prickles my back.  Arms and legs once so free, now bound and made still by way of chemical enticement.   Before me stands a thing.  I realise now, as i focus on...  it, that i never knew.  What i spoke, what i knew, it was worthless.  Confronted now by my worst fears, the deepest darkest trembling titans of dread, dredged from the cortex of my being, i tried to move.

Bound and traquilised i struggled to break loose, to flee this malevolent opressor.  To over come this dead weight that pressed upon my soul.  Then i saw it.  It was moving.  Slowly, but surely.  Closer.  CLOSER.  My mind screamed, my heart raced.  Before my face the creature breathed and i gaged.  Into my mouth slid a black an slimy apparition.  Its tounge merging with mine, my mind fired in symaltanious recognition. 

IT WAS HER!