The BeachSun bleeding down from above
Turns empty white papers into
Unsung works of
Perfect leather jacketing.
Inside the blank lines of a soldier who's
Dead inside, who's without love,
Is a world of wandering wishes
Taking steps in salty sailing oceans and
Yearningly gazing at the sun above.
Snippets of UnfinishedJack's hands were still this time, not a note of their usual tremor as he looked at Guillermo with an expression of upset resignation. Guillermo, only now realizing he had been caught, slowly put down the Letter. Jack's quakes must have transferred suddenly to him, as the Letter all but leapt from his fingers by the rapid jerking. Their eyes met, green and brown.
Silence was the dominating sound, and then:
"I'm sorry, Doctor. I just had to know about--"
Jack sighed. "It's okay." His face remained unreadable. "In all honesty, I've been needing an outlet."
"I don't understand," Guillermo murmured, fingers fumbling for the letter opener. "Why is this Andrew so obsessed with you?"
"He isn't obsessed," the coroner responded somewhat harshly, breaking his eyes away from the younger man's.
"Then how does he find you?" Guillermo stayed where he was. "Why don't you stop him?"
"Stop asking questions for a moment," Jack ordered firmly, "and I'll explain everything."
Guillermo nodded, watching as
Fielder pt. 4--
It flourished from every direction like a raging ocean storm, biting into my bones with cruel satisfaction and a taste for victory.
I screamed silence, cried emptiness, struggled for intangible darkness like no other, everywhere, everything, a living nightmare of chains of pure black that dug into my flesh and bones like an unholy prison. I screamed, but I had no mouth, and the tension of the moment overcame my mind, exploding with a soundless, roaring, deafening blast of black powder in the soaring pitch of night. No light came from anywhere, like a void, and I couldn't move, struggled ran, didn't move before more whipped around my wrists and ankles and kept me trapped in the darkness and living hells roiled past and called from across the void. I screamed again, put every last breath of air into it, and heard nothing, rattling chains, fighting terror down, forgetting how to walk in this embodiment of my worst fears.
DOES ANYTHING EXIST?!
DOES ANYTHING EXIST?!