Category: Writers Block
It’s clinging to my flesh. I keep trying to peel it away, but every time I try, it takes a bit of me with it. It’s becoming me, and I’m not able to fight it anymore. I can’t bare the pain to tear it from my flesh. Everyday, it wraps tighter, closer. Suffocating me. Sucking my life away: slowly, ever so slowly. I cry out to you. I need help. Please, help me find the strength to tolerate the pain. Liberate me. Peel this demon from my person, or hold my hand as I rip it away. I can’t withstand the agony without someone to hold me: someone to comfort me: someone to be there while I attempt to mend the wounds, fill the oozing bloody gashes left where I had to wrench the two apart.
This monster hasn’t always clung to my flesh. There was a time – a time I’ve almost forgotten – when it wasn’t here. I could move freely, and my skin didn’t always burn and ache from my attempts at liberation. I wonder if it truly existed, or if I’m imagining it in a futile effort to comfort myself. More often than not, I fear it is the latter. I want to nurse the wounds, I want to clean them and watch them fade away to nothing, but it keeps clinging. I can’t get to them to tend to them. All the hurt, all the terror and all the misery is out of my reach. I’m useless and utterly helpless. I have to sit here: slowly becoming shrink-wrapped in this new skin: the skin that will eventually kill me. I can’t cut it away for fear of cutting my own flesh. Either someone needs to help me pull free, or I shall be gone before I’m willing.
As I lay awake at night, I feel it inching me closer and closer to death. I see the fires of forever dancing before my eyes. Even shutting them doesn’t help. When I do, the fires become more intense, so I lay awake and toss and turn. When I finally find sleep, it tortures me. Still, the skin closes in. The end is growing near, and I’m not ready. A muffled distant scream. It is taking me. You should have helped, but it’s too late. Moans of horror and pain will forever echo the hallways of my past. Remember me…please, try to remember me before the skin consumed me.
scary, dark, deep but good