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I’ve been here
Two days –
Maybe.
Comatose on the floor.
Piercing into the persistent unearthly glow.
It doesn’t fade or even wane.
Just stays put-
As it always has been.
Bouncing off the inside and staring.
Staring through my eyes into my soul.
They know what they did.
The form.
Never thought The fear could happen to me.
Those pale hands,
Ghoulish.
There was no uniform left.
There never was a pick.
Only what I glare at.
They told me to never speak of The form.
I’m certain they lack knowledge.
Or at least understand.
I can’t articulate with human words
What The form is.
No sane person would believe me anyway.
You can’t take in The form.
Only The fear
And The resentment –
Once The fear passes.
That’s The form.
The Lambent 