The Vision
Lorie Jen Rojo
I.
My visions hit me,
at midnight twelve.
II.
September Two thousand thirteen,
of Friday the thirteenth.
A girl will die,
at the age of sixteen.
She looks at me
and it was... 'me'.
III.
I sought it,
on my vision.
The rhythm
The heart beat
It was, all the same
It was on three
Two bodies combined
III.
A tension
broke out the scene
So high
So painful
So deafening
But there hissed
a cracking voice appeared
so low it was just a breath.
“I’ll shred you into pieces from flesh…to flesh.”
A ring appeared on my index finger
and found myself at a hollow blocked room,
where rough walls moving towards me like thread.
Closer and closer; I was claustrophobic.
IV.
Beneath I gasp for air ahead,
but someone’s pulling me underneath.
My blood painted the wall, “Help!” I’m helpless.
My flesh gushed on the rough wall beneath.
The rough wall stung my bone, in every inch of pull.
My flesh were scattered at both walls
There’s no end, that I felt I was being drag to hell.
My chin, knees and shoulder were scattered meat.
My chest and my head were hollow beings I tell.
The organs were bubbling red.
I’m nothing but a boiling, dripping flesh.
V.
At last my vision already ended.
VI.
I need to stop this curse; I clenched my fist
But something was different “Oh my!”
I was shock when I found the ring clinging to my fingers in.
VII.
My vision was foretold…
My vision… it was a sin.
