Good friends drank until inebriation. Their words were nonsense. Woe be anyone who was sober. Happy music stamped the time period and inside it, the immortal youths danced in their moments. Here existed laughter and merriment, until the knock.
knock knock knock
Who might that be? The cops? The neighbors?
Heavens no, it must be another dear friend and colleague of life.
"Come inside stranger, where the living are alive and the spirits are high."
The doors flung open violently. The jaws slackened. The breaths held. The music stopped. And all eyes looked at one place.
"Come inside stranger, where the living are alive and the spirits are high."
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The doors flung open violently. The jaws slackened. The breaths held. The music stopped. And all eyes looked at one place.
The beast had entered.
Hard to describe, hard to look at, because it was not human or animal, it was incomprehensible. Something with the promise of nothing. Its shifty eyes looked beyond light and into the absurdity that made sense to no one but itself. If one were so foolish to make eye contact, they'd conclude that this was 'no fight to be fought' before going mad.
Why, it looks like love and hunger at once. I am the disobedient child. I am a loyal pet. I am a fattened cow.
Like smoke from a fire, its spirit enshrouded the room and suffocated. Its a mad panic. The strongest flee first!
The party-goers trampled each other in the attempt to save their lives. And, much more than that. Much more.
Who locked the doors? Why were the windows so small?
There was no question if this was a man in a costume. It was just known by instant recognition. A re-ignition of a dormant memory from the deepest primal corner of the mind. We had forgotten, but now remembered.
Desperation in the prison of limited choices.
Were we ever in control? Was the fun ever ours? Was it ever worth it? To be permitted to exist.
