Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Monster Whispers


Are you afraid?  Afraid that I might unravel the few strings between our entities and let us be one? I have already done that. But don’t stop. Your fear is my passion. Your tears are my pleasure. Your screams are my laughter.

Your body is my grave. I buried myself under your skin. My blood runs in your veins. My marrow sinks in your bones. My heart beats in your flesh. But you touch and feel. You look and see. You listen and hear. And I own nothing more than the few inches within your skull. I am nothing but a whisper. But you  have to follow.....and I am everything.

Cover your ears and I’ll be your eyes. Shut your eyes and I’ll be your mind. Smash your skull and it's only you who will perish. Plunge yourself into flames and I'll escape with the fumes, whiffing your ashes. I am the monster you will never tame. So give in. set me free. Don’t deny my existence, I am as palpable as your pain . I am the devil in which you reside. I am your only refuge. Or run away and let the sunlight burn you. Embrace me or face the impending end. I am the whisper that screams and you will always obey. Always. So don’t torment yourself. Let me possess you silently, like colors dance in water. And water is never the same. You are never the same. You will vaporize out of this body.  Give in to the air. Be the air. Roam the Earth.  And when you are finished…I’ll be underground.

14 comments:

Oddyoddyo13 said...

This is so chilling-great job.

sheri... said...

wow! given the choice i think i'll keep fighting but your story tells me i don't really have a chance...awesome peice, maha.

THE BEATY said...

awsome peice maha chilling awsome

Brian Miller said...

that was surreal...and cool in a wicked kinda way. smiles.

bard said...

Wow... very powerful stuff.

Magpie said...

Such a strong piece. Wonderfully worded.

Peter Stone said...

A chilling piece, Maha, dark, sombre, and as usual, your descriptions make me feel like I was there.

I knew a monster like that, and it had two names - Fear and Dread. I did not deny its existence, but on the same hand, I refused to let it possess me. I've written a poem about that, which I'll upload one of these days...

Sarah said...

great writing. i have goosebumps...now i want to make sure i have not given in yet.

joanny said...

Oh my -- it is a chillingly wicked piece of writing, awesome.

Joanny

Sam Liu said...

This is very strong, emotive and haunting, Maha...a blood-curdling, unsettling piece, very well written.

Maha said...

Peter, you got so close to knowing what this post meant to me. Yes, it's an internal feeling. For you, it was fear, for me, it is hatred. i know what fear is like. I absolutely do. But while fear destroys you alone, hatred has a vast power of destruction that will completely change your very bones and cause you to sabotage others' lives. When you give in to this monster screaming in your ear, "I hate them, I hate them!" without any self-control, your self is reshaped to bitterly hate "them". Even if it was for the sillist thing, when hatred speaks to you, your soul listens. Sometimes it's impossible to silence it when it has really fused with our souls and the voice now comes from our very depths. yet, there always remain a hint of purity that persists on fighting. If it's gone, then hatred has possessed you.

Amber Lawson said...

Wow, that was intense. And quite chilling. Well done. I loved it.

sabine cara said...

wow... so deep, so amazing, so, beautifully powerful.

xx scarzz

Peter Stone said...

Thanks for explaining the nature of the monster, Maha, and I understand what you are saying about the difference between fear and hatred. And the importance of hanging on to that hint of purity.