Before I lost my mind…
Before wanderlust and stark dimensions…
Before the fever came
Hot, Sahara heat smelting away coherency
Leaving slag filled days and dross coated nights
Before the fever broke, breaking certainty
Glass slivers and shards scattered on lost streets
Before my mind melted
Running hot
Oozing molten memories into yesterday
Pouring fantastical realms into a mundane cast
Burning frost bite, shivers
Shakes, shimmers beyond the veil
There was the shadow that spoke, the tired fawn eyed gaze, the promise made
It burns. It burns it.
Gasps
Whispers reaching from the shadows, taunts and pleas
Oder of smoldering flesh chilled in waif whimpers
My precious. Have you found my precious? It's here. It must be hererrrrr...
I caught it, I did. I held it close, felt it burns, my PRECIOUS!