A Sense - Original

Disclaimer- Possible disturbing imagery.

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“Had you seen?”

Is all I hear.

All that’s been left of you is near.

The taste of coarse metal grinds,

With a flick of force, I’d tapped into their minds.

The room is set in molded grime.

With this, I know there won’t be much time.

It wasn’t much, but the image stayed.

I set the calls so the times were delayed.

The bed creaks as I sit, and the light dims.

My eyes were stuck, spotting the limbs.

He twists and turns, sticking to the ceiling.

The static pulse erupts from his throat, his outline revealing.

With livid movement,

he jumbled his way to the end of the bed.

I was met with the hollow sockets which sunk deep into his head.

I felt my hands unsteadily grip the sheets,

As my heart thrashed with sporadic beats.

The echoed moans found a way to drench into my skin.

He rises closer to me, his figure thin.

With his contorted voice,

he asks me the question I dread.

”Had you seen?”

Is what he said.

The phrase coiled inside my head,

Endlessly falling in on itself as it had read.

The figure stood still, awaiting my reply.

Tears welled in my eyes, but I refused to cry.

I nodded, hoping it’d cast him away.

But alas, as the sun began to rise,

I knew we’d meet another day.

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Art credits go to @litarnes on Instagram.