The feeling of dread
taps at my shoulder.
The cuts that are
wrapped in bandages
begin to burn even worse.
That charming smile
belongs to him.
I don’t know his name
though or any facial
features other than
his charming smile.
I want to know his name.
Where is he?
Who is he?
A quick flash of
a scene plays in
my mind.
Him and I are
together.
We talk and laugh.
Right after this,
everything’s a blur.
My hands begin to
tremble.
The seaweed salad
taste awful.
There’s a smell too that
reeks of rotten flesh and
metallic blood.
“Something happened underneath
the crimson sky.” I whisper quietly.
“H a h a h a h a….”
Someone is laughing
from behind me??
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