Manicky Flight

Maybe it's all I deserve. Maybe it's just my time in hell. A man with frightened, hollow eyes and a voice like glass being crushed. All sense has left my life. I go to a dark place, where I first met you... before I learned what I am. I'm dying, but I can't die yet. I'm not finished yet and you're not finished with me. We're reaching for death on the end of a candle. We're trying to find something that has already been found. I must confront this life, it sneaks up on me like a slithering serpent. Must confront it, eventually. Untouched by love or joy or sorrow. Glaring hate. The wind rises, tearing leaves free from dead trees. A frog croaks like a cartoon car alarm. Crickets pick up the chorus. A wolf howls. I know how they feel. Walking the razors edge, so long... for so long. Somewhere in the endless night, like a bellow from a wounded bear, the answer comes. In one hour, at midnight... a grand death.

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