A book of nightmares

The Cannibalistic Chase

I feel like I'm being watched, but where? It's strange, I'm in a geometric world somewhere, floating in a blinding whiteness jumping from cube to cuboid. They're all different shades, slightly too bright to please the eyes, they feel a bit off. For some reason, I can't seem to stop progressing jumping from each block of color one to the next. 

There's a strange rhythm following behind me, like footsteps, but a bit more lively. I turn to see what exactly has joined me, two tall figures of rugged countenance and built statures stare back at me, one is holding a sharpened cleaver another seems ready to snatch anything in its way. And yet they're staring right at me just as one would an animal, it's disturbing their gazes are looking right through me, yet directly at me, they're not seeing me for me they see me as some chunk of running meat?

They're steadying their posture, their feet ready to take off at any moment, the blinding white has turned into a dark void, highlighting the blocks of color that join together in unison. I know what I must do, it's clear now, I cannot keep them waiting any longer, I must entertain them with a chase of cat and mouse. 

I take off, faster than ever my legs dragging me forth in desperation, I'm more than what you see, it's not death that's motivating me, it's the wish for you to have some humanity. I am not afraid of death for I have died so many times each world I collide with there is never a place I can truly be, so please let this one accept me. Maybe if I fight I can find my place in a world made by me.

Yet every step I take gets heavier, my breath unsteadier, I know this time I haven't won yet I'll still push through if you'll let me. But alas, the inevitable is here, my leg is lifted, twisted, I've been caught, it appears I've lost this game of cat and mouse. I plead for them to let me stay, let me go, but their faces are covered in the word no. There's a grin on their faces, no matter how much I struggle their hand won't budge, the other seems to take pity, bringing their arm down in one slice with a meat cleaver so sharp and nice. 

But just as I close my eyes, it appears the nightmare has ended and I'm still in one piece again, I checked just to make sure, my meaty leg still here yet it still feels as if a piece of me was torn away. Maybe I'll find my place one day.