by Mitchell Fitzgerald

Created on: May 23, 2009

Finisher

I lie, curled into a trembling ball,

Clutching my twisting mind,

Hanging by a thread.

I plunge into mental darkness,

Unable to find an escape.

Tendrils hiss into my ears like snakes.

Their fangs pierce my cold skin.

Their tails rattle,

Each cold tooth a metal pin within me.

Is this what it's like to die?

My eyes are shriveled,

Never dripping.

No cries dare escape my throat,

The obstructing lump within it

Too thick to swallow.

The thoughts that try to move in my mind

Stumble over each other.

Walls of ice surround me

Like an army of toy soldiers

Fiercely attacking their plastic enemy.

The elemental glass shatters,

Soundlessly sprinkling around the shell

That is my body.

I watch through my sharp, small pupils

That lay against cerulean pools.

The frozen water thaws as crimson hands

Reach up behind it,

Blurred by frost.

The water becomes a gas,

Floating away as the flames lick the dead air,

Snarling and snapping.

Consumed in heat,

I surrender. My eyes remain closed

My body opens,

Soul released from the vehicle.

Now a weightless matter,

I drift into the air,

Away as my body is digested by the inferno.

I used to think death was the end.

Now I know it is but the beginning.

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