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03-21-2017, 10:24 PM
I beg these matchstick appendages to flee, even as they tingle, warding my demands. ‘Move!’ My subconscious wails! Sultry tears defy my remaining barriers, they dribble down these heated cheeks while I stare at the combatants. Horrified…transfixed, an onlooker of the misfortune wrought from my selfish desire to be unchained. How could I have been so foolish? There wasn’t time to waste on guilt, but remorse was there…emerging on tattered wings from the distorted surface of my soul. The weighty, unearthly monster crashes to earth; sputtering feathers. I finch, shuttering…nostrils gasp apart as those abhorrent eyes snarl along my flesh. It was only for an instant. But that brief moment is all that I need to witness the malice and desperation rising from him like a miasma.
No…
Jowls inch apart, a groveling shriek emits just as he races for my unmanageable shell. Narrow legs vibrate, crumbling even before they feel the intensity of his body crashing into mine. I rock backwards, wings jut out…but their rise to defense is late. “Oomph,” the air is knocked from my chest as I collapse into the embrace of their callous world. Limbs flail, managing to curl halfway in an attempt to protect my vulnerable underside. There is heat, pressure…and then a spasm of affliction. My throat becomes a tangle of knots, shutters draw – swallowing the waves as they come. In that instance, valuable oxygen is cut off from these gasping lungs.
Then…after a dry, horrifying second of isolation, an unworldly sound emerges…shattering the humid air. My subconscious seethes, snarling at the end of her prison like a battered wolf. Fight! She growls, unwilling to surrender so easily. Feebly, (more on the instinct of self-preservation) than personal will…I turn, straining for the demon with teeth bared and eyes squinting against the anguish he inflicts. Mandibles snap, aiming for his shoulder or neck.
