Poems from The Journey to Kailash XIII
The Thirteenth Hell
Audio clip: Adobe Flash Player (version 9 or above) is required to play this audio clip. Download the latest version here. You also need to have JavaScript enabled in your browser. Her voice in my ear said, look, look. Though I squeezed my eyelids shut, hid my face in my hands, I could still see it. I pressed my fingernails in, hooked my thumbs and pulled, like so many here before. And she said, look, and I could still see it. I crawled to the wall, slammed my head on the stone, found the cracks in the bone and clawed. Her voice in my brain said, look, and I could still see it. I scrabbled at the ground turned soft by my blood, made a hole deep enough to force my head in. She whispered from the earth, look, look, and I could still see it. The mud has swallowed me. Things there feast on what’s left of what I used to be. And she is one of them, her mouth moving in my skull. Look, she breathes, look, and I can still see it. for Laird Barron |
April 30th, 2011 at 1:16 pm
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