D A R K N E S S silently and slowly creeps upon my body. It always attacks from behind; like a thief in the night. It is a blind force of evil, that perpetuates an endless journey of horror. Spiraling into a cesspool so rapidly, I lose my breath. I am nausea, almost like peering into a kaleidoscope with shadows of white, which give no light. A blackness so dense; unlike any shade I have ever seen before.
I pray it would go away, but to no avail. I feel my torso being violently sucked into a pit. It reminds me of a jacuzzi, not an enjoyable experience with fragrance and bubbles, but one with scolding water. where eyes replace the jet streams. Oh the eyes are vertical slits, the color of the flash from a fire-fly, only magnified a fluorescent yellow, so intense it stings and burns at pure sight. I can smell the repugnant odor of blood, and decaying flesh. I can’t determine if it’s human or animal, but I am terrified. I am being cast deeper, and deeper into HELL. I can sense the hair on my body begin to tingle, and the hair on my head is curling. My scalp feels as if hot wax has been poured on it. I smell… what I can best describe as singed chicken. I piss myself, and its pure agony. Imagine pouring salt into an open gash! No, now what? I’m being sprayed with hot moisture. Is it an iron, with the control on steam full blast? Arrr…it’s a liquid being poured into my soul. I open my mouth to scream. No sound escapes my vocal folds. It seems I am being ripped into shreds. I slump forward, like a rag doll.. I can literally see what was once my heart. It is slowing pulsating, back and forth. It appears to be loosely attached, by a sheer strip of dental floss.
At this point, there is no denying that death is imminent. I shut my eyes to embrace the thought. My carcass will be thrown into the pit, of which I have been doomed, to be tormented for eternity.
I think I am dead. No one could survive such torrents of pain, suffering, and dismemberment. I vaguely recall what happened. To my horror, I see my eye- balls beseeching me. I must be hallucinating. Nothing so spine-chilling can be tangible. One moment, this is HELL. I’m sure of it. So it can be reality down below. I can think. I’m unsure if I have a sense of rational logistics. Perhaps this is my damnation. I wish it was a grueling nightmare, but it is my reality!
Years later……in the pit
The darkness never ceased, though the sun rose every day. What must happen for me to look upon the sky, or see the brightness of the sun, that blinds my eyes?
*I wrote this March 4, 2013 shortly after my first few post. Two people read it, one of whom still follows my scattered musings. It’s perfect for dark | side | Thursday*
Vera Robinson @ 2016