SHELLS
My name...
You would presume to speak my name...
Because I have returned in the body of the
human, you think you can speak to me. It's disgusting.
It offends me.
I was power.
I was god to a god.
In my time,
nightmares walked among us,
walked and danced,
skewering victims in plain sight,
laying their fears and worst desires out for everyone to see.
This...to make us laugh.
All I am is what I am.
I walked worlds of smoke and half-truths,
intangible.
of torment and of unnamable beauty.
Opaline towers as high as small moons.
Glaciers that rippled with insensate lust.
And one world with nothing but shrimp.
I tired of that one quickly.
And now nightmares are trapped inside the heads of humans...
pitiful echoes of themselves.
I wonder whom they angered so to merit such a fate.
Now…
It's too small.
No.
It's too small.
I can't breathe.
I can't live with these walls.
I can't breathe.
There's no room for anything real.
I—I'm trapped... on a roof?
How am I to function with such limitation?
You revel in my defeat.
You don't worship me at all, do you?
My world is gone.
My power stripped.
How would you define it?
Define change.
The world is as it is.
I've nowhere to go.
My kingdom is long dead.
Long dead.
There's so much I don't understand.
I've become overwhelmed.
I'm unsure of my place.
My world is gone.
Oh... now I remember.
Humans.
How is they came to control this world?
Your breed is fragile.
Sneaky.
Grievous.
Unimpressive.
You've grown bold.
You have opened my eyes to truth.
If the world is truly overrun by humans...
then I have work to do.
I enjoy hurting you.
You break so easily.
Why do you bother getting back up?
You reek of frustration. Curls off of you like smoke.
We are so weak.
Is there anything in this life but grief?
You grieve still... for a single life.
We cling to what is gone.
Your grief hangs off of you like rotted flesh.
This is grief.
Human grief.
It's like offal in my mouth.
Is that enough to live on?
This fate is worse than death
Why don't you leave?
I go because it suits me
I do not bend to your wishes.
The expense of your better.
As you wish.
In my time,
a leader would punish your insolence
with the ecstasy of death.
You are so concerned with names, dates, times.
Fragments
Memories
Recollections
Why?
To hide from the truth?
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exitus