I have been free for only a short time. I have also resisted the temptation to look into any reflective surface, thinking perhaps if I prolong an unknowing of my appearance I won't have to face…this. Or where it came from. Fraying skin, dead hair cobwebs, me, most likely. Now bait for anyone hunting reward.
This ground is nice, close your eyes. Cold. It's difficult when waking not to feel my eyes move to the back of my brain, ice stone cracked walls barely light…
I swear hell froze over if hell had hands covered in salty water and animal voices—maybe.
Maybe my friend will understand. Friend, what friend?...what color were his eyes. Are. Ah, I can't remember. How could I ever forget, he would kill me for…hey, powers that are. Tell me he would just smile and offer me possibly, a word I don't remember.
I have to circle again, these leaves are too...leafish. Only time being black ever was an advantage. If there are trees here, birds, deer, wolves...they hide well.
Ears up. No more sirens. Nothing, not one sound.
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this was created from a short writing exercise...some experimentation.