Message to the Prairies
I have seen my end.
Into the darkness I shall go and there it will consume me.
I feel it in the wind. A whisper. It echoes from the mountains and like a soft ripple plays along the plains teasing, tearing, tormenting me with its presence. It comes with the mists at night and fades. I know not where it goes but I fear it. The mere thought that it lingers somewhere only inches away from my outstretched fingers makes my flesh shiver and ache. Every thought, every feeling, every bit of my miserable being starts to peel away like the dry skin of a rotting corpse baking in the sun. It never leaves. I have tried to flee but my feet will not carry me far and my breath refuses to leave me. There is no escape for me, it has begun to embed itself within the very essence that shapes me and it hurts like the memory of a thousand deaths of the same person, again and again, repeating constantly within my mind. The pain is unbearable but even clawing at m