Nightmarish Reality (Preview) - Ch 7
PSYCHOLOGICAL HORROR, CHAPTERS
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PART I.
POEM.
The perception: a moldy stigma
permeates the soul,
it’s a never-ending cycle.
No mercy from clouded tyranny?
No end to chronic illness?
Caressing nullity
as cowardice prevails,
no sentimental value
in this unfurnished vessel.
No arc back
for one cog splits in half,
broken twice,
the dream is lost.
Where’s God?
No one to comfort?
Solitary epitome
barely seeds
in a world
that doesn’t exist.
What feeds on them?
Consumes humanity?
Death gorges on the flesh,
stripping it to marrow bones.
Left with nothing
and exposed to all.
Life is a blessing
and a curse.
Abandoned one-way ticket
on desolate white sands,
left without a compass
and brandish to all.
A badge of honor
with scaring welts.
Trapped inside infinity,
the absurdity of chaos.
A trail leads somewhere,
it’s a hallucination of refuge.
Against tunnels, alleyways,
knotty twists, lumpy turns,
their eyes squeezed by fractured light.
A chamber shrouded in mist,
where a staircase leads to Heaven,
toward sheen reflective impressions,
golden crystal chandeliers,
channels of jeweled clusters,
and grandeur wax statues.
A parable within mirages,
enticingly beautiful,
that melts away
with a single touch.
Damaged
I walked down a dark corridor and touched the surface of the wall; it was grainy and covered in crevices. A gripping fear came over me. Oddly formed lumps emerged as I felt for an outlet to get away from this feeling. My hands tried to grasp unseen objects; they trembled as I stumbled through pitch-blackness. Cold air bounded me in the depths of a cavernous abyss.
The smell of sulfur and brimstone flared up my nostrils. I used my shirt to cover my nose. I tried not to breathe in the fumes; the distinct vapors rose beneath my feet and smothered me in a putrid soup. I had no sight to see my own hands in front of me: my fingers, arms, and feet were all shrouded in a black veil. I squinted my eyes and blinked several times.
Then, I shut my eyes, rubbing them. Was my vision blurred? I couldn’t tell. Nothing was visible even if it was two feet away. My heart was beating like drums pounding in a rhythm of death. Thump-a-thump. Thump-a-thump. My heart raced faster. Thump-a-thump. Thump-a-thump. Thump-a-thump.
I ran. My body bumped into invisible borders as if I was surrounded by glass windows. I screamed out and punched the walls around me. My fingers made streaking noises as I tried to claw my way out; I broke nails, chipping them one by one. Panic crept within me.
Like a headless chicken, I ran around in circles. Death was coming for me, and I was trapped in a sphere of nothingness. I couldn’t distinguish anything and I didn’t know why. No words could describe this sudden urge to flee. I couldn’t move. My body wouldn’t allow it and I stiffened in fear.
I froze like a statue, huddled in a nearby corner. The thumping sound inside my chest became louder and louder. Thump-thump-a-thump. Thump-thump-a-thump. I heard a hiss. Someone or something whispered in my right ear. I was startled off my feet from this terrifying, ghostly presence.
A hand grabbed the back of my neck and started to choke me. I couldn’t breathe. My soul was a dwindling flame on a candle––that was how fragile life could be. I tried to scream, but my voice was gone. My lungs were suffocating from the inside while my feet dangled in the air. I closed my eyes, too afraid to look upon the face of death.
Its clawed fingers tore at my skin. I cried out as I struggled to free myself. I fell to the floor. Tried to crawl away while an icy breeze floated all around me. I didn’t want to look, for I knew that once I did, its black and hollow eyes would stare right at me.
It clutched my leg and I kicked out violently. As I fought on, my wrists were held back in firm, iron hands. I had no strength to break loose from such a potent grip; my scrawny arms could’ve split in two like toothpicks.
“No, please don’t hurt me…” I cried out.
My words didn’t sound too convincing. My lips trembled due to the constant terror I felt.
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