tribal zodiac
Two hours…
Such a short time.
Yet, such a lengthy scene.
Is it reality?
It’s 5 a.m.
I haven’t slept yet.
As I ambled away to my bedroom,
My mother called.
She requested that I go out with her.
To the external world.
I denied.
Tiredness won.
Action commences.
Hands dripping cold sweat.
My heart is pounding.
It’s been hours.
My mother has not returned.
I vaguely recall she was going to the store nearby.
I rushed down the fleeting stairs of our apartment.
My mind filled with a billion compartments.
I hesitated.
I rushed from store to store.
Trying to find her in the early morning.
The sky was still stalk sapphire.
Strangeness began…
The store turned into a maze within a maze.
As if I was trapped inside eternity.
Without escape.
I ran in the speed of light.
Trying to escape…
As soon as possible.
Captivity creeps upon my soul.
I rushed back to my apartment.
Yet, I could not find it.
As if I was in a whole new universe.
How uncanny.
When I attempted to open the door,
A saw my eldest uncle floating in thin air.
Like a translucent ghost.
I gasped for air.
When I entered,
I saw dead corpses.
One of my cousin.
One of my grandma.
Horrendously uncanny.
It’s an absolute nightmare unfolding beneath my skin.
My veins swelled.
Blood pooling inside my eyes.
Tears flooding down my cheeks.
Spine-chilling.
Blood-curling.
Nerve-wracking.
Petrified by the nightmare.
Am I trapped in insanity?
I exit the murder scene.
I gasped….
Breathlessness crawled within my chest.
I looked down the window —
From the tenth storey.
I nearly jumped.
It wasn’t suicide.
Nor was I suicidal.
I just want it all to end.
vague latch
desert furnace