The Amnesiac Author

“I reached for her hand as I kiss her tears.

“Why don’t you even say a word?” I mocked.

Her bloodshot eyes mirrored her dreadful fears.

I cut her tongue; she can’t talk I forgot.”

My body trembled when I heard his voice echoing inside the room. I raised my hand to cover my mouth. I bit my tongue until it bleeds. My fingers are going numb and cold. I won’t let these whimpers escape from my lips no matter what. One sound and he will know I’m here; a helpless prey waiting for its predator.

“My blade kissed her pale skin and screamed menace.

Inch by inch, my blade digs deep and she moans.

Red and thick in her veins, now on my hands.

How lovely indeed; luscious flesh and bones.”

I cannot afford to blink. Every second of darkness is a step closer to my end. I know that there is no escape. Even if my tears and sweat turned red, my blood will surely stain the ground. I wrote this. I enjoyed writing this. I thought all of those scenes inside my head were only a part of my imagination. I saw them as a blessing but I never thought that they were once part of my reality.

“I played with her body quite a bit.

Scratch, claw, slice, chop, oh, look at her insides!

Won’t stop ’till I crafted a hundred slits.

How boring, slain my frail prey for tonight.”

I’ve never written the ending of the story yet. I thought it was only a writer’s block but it wasn’t. Fear was my past and my present is still uncertain. If I didn’t live through this, terror will be my future.

“Forgotten humanity, who am I?

Who cares? Won’t you come out and be my guest?”

Some humans inflict pain and some receive it. Some humans are afraid and some humans take advantage of their weaknesses. The world is not fair, and it will never be. And being a human gives us the ability to choose between good and evil or somewhat between it. However, for someone who surrendered his humanity for worldly desires, I don’t think I can talk my way out.

Fight or flight.

Whatever I choose, I’m waltzing down the death lane.

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