Fossilized in a trillion year of dust, a set of bones never touched by a star's warmth lay dormant
Digging through the detritus I see a great many rivers of time passing through this somnolent grotto
Deeper and deeper down, it isn't some hollow pendulum; spinning and resting eternal
It has purpose, it has vigor, and yet it remains devoured by variables I'll never know
Unearthed and freed of its tomb, I arrive at the gravesite. A while do I ponder
Until at last I rip the relics of another life out of its sunken place
They feel light, untethered, it brings about dread and woe to my mind
Why do they not feel harrowing? Be they not cursed despite their unfortunate circumstance?
Can it truly just be random bones beneath random ground set against its interface by entropy and not intent?
Alas, I take the bones with me and keep them close
Slumbering softly, the dreams pass by unfettered
And yet I wake with a start, with sweat layering upon my form like a blanket anew
"Who goes there?" I call out into the unknown black of night
I do not know what brought me to speak, or what summoned the words to my mind
An answer rings back against the walls, "Fear not my being, you have freed me from unparalleled trauma; the pain of a life lived and yet forgotten."
"Be you the spirit I freed from the pit?" my answer rebounds back into the inky dark.
"Aye, you'd not be able to speak my name nor know my journey, but you freed me still from a fate no being deserves. Wretch was my burden to bear, now I may pass along."
"Pass where, the divines? Some garden of eternity?"
"Nay, I pass along to simple rest. The rest of a body not broken by unrelenting sands."
I heard the echoes of it departing the walls confining us. It was freed now, gone beyond the palisades of mortality. Never to speak foul, apish language.
Never to shamble, a revenant no longer
And yet the ambient air perturbed me still. A vision of its face cast itself upon my mind
A great, ghoulish grin cracking upon flesh now leather. Its countenance bearing a trillion shades of hate
My soul it would drink, my skin it would slough from my bones
My scalp it would shred, to ribbons would my form become.
Once more I awake, this time I know I am alone.
The Sun crests the horizon
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RandomA mess of stuff that won't fit elsewhere. Some are pretty absurdist, no direct continuity unless stated (doubtful on that, these are meant to be one-off poems/stories). I like to explore different styles of writing in small works like this, so some...
