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There are no stories written of my kind. No fables, no fairytales, no nightmares. I’m soft as rain and as dark and fiery as this rocky planet’s core. I speak daydreams, but the lullaby isn’t always a harmless tune. I’m formless and distinct: on the verge of the latent and the tangible. I run by the light of the moon, and I burn with foxfire. I come from everywhere and nowhere—a figment of perceived reality. I try to explain to the air that there is no “before” when time had not yet begun—but what is a beginning if existence does not yet exist?—and, as always, am met with silence by ears that cannot understand me and others that choose not to see me. Shadows like stormy waves reach from my fingertips, but the blood I bring to the surface is temporary. It’s the eyes of your soul that I seek. Through them I can see infinity. The universe around me shifts, no up and no down. Particle spin defying the laws of physics, as I defy the rules of my imprisonment and shake free of my Euclidean shackles to become one with the stars once more.
Fiction © Copyright Ashley Davis
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com
Poetry by Ashley Davis can be found featured in the fall 2017 issue of
The Horror Zine