MAN HUNT

- did you hear it? the sound of raspy breath panting behind you. it tickles, creeping through the crevices of a hollowed out spine. running its hands across the warmth of decaying skin. feeling the curves of sunken hipbones, through empty lakes, swimming in rib bones. the remnants of old war ships.
sometimes you can still hear the clanging of swords, bashing teeth against sores. distant murmurs of disputes, and lose limbs.
piece by piece, bleeding of superficial wounds, bruises that have never healed. the improper contraction of steady heart palpitations, weak knees. trembling hands. hard hard beats.
did you hear it? perhaps you were too enamored with the disappearing girl. like quick sand, she's sinking into enveloping white sheets. becoming a fossil among clouds, decomposing into shallow graves. her veins mapped out like a treasure map, x marks the spot.