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My eyes were only focused on
the light.
It was so sharp,
like knives,
and it cut through the darkness
with so much fury
that it made me afraid
to go near it.
But I had to.
I had to.
I couldn’t lose Judith.
I could lose Clarence,
and I surely wouldn’t mind losing Bruce,
but Judith was important.
I could see Judith.
She cared enough to come back for me.
I had to do this for her.
Even though the walls were closing in
and I knew my demons
were drawing close
(they liked smelling my fear before
they bothered consuming me;
sometimes I swear they liked it
more.)
I crept towards the light
that scared me so much.
There were countless bodies
dressed in white
whirring around the room;
so many that they almost fused
together in a
whirlpool of needles
and dried blood.
Their words were too plain
and uninteresting
for me to wrap my head around.
Besides, my mind was already focused
on the demons nibbling at my fingers.
They had gotten to me.
My demons had finally scratched their way
out of the ground and they
clawed across the broken highways
just to find me and they were going to kill me
and I didn’t want to die yet.
I didn’t want to die just yet.
Funny, I never thought I’d hear myself saying something like that.
Even when there was nothing to live for
I still wanted to live.
Judith poked her head around the corner,
took one look at me,
and said,
“Well, aren’t you selfish.”
