Saturday, March 11, 2017

Πεισινόη

I looked through the gap in-between a cinder-block wall and a chain-link fence to find you kneeling there naked and bestial, a feral skeleton behind alabaster skin hidden beneath a layer of smeared mud, droplets of coagulated blood and tissue littering your sandy blond hair like gemstone jewels catching the sunlight.

There is no doubt in my mind had I been home at the time of your ambush I would have perished in much the same way as the rest of my family; I can still see their discarded viscera and limbs littering the garden, warm to the touch, desecrated by your teeth and claws.

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