A dark poem from Anita. I hope you enjoy the taste of blood!
Why am I here?
This strange world that tastes metallic
where the sun is hidden behind a dark orb
leaving this world in blue shadow.
The air howled between the buildings
searching. I try walking away
a stronger feeling holds me in place.
I need to stay, follow the wind
find what it is searching for.
As I turn to enter this blue dimension
the metallic taste becomes stronger.
There is blood in the air.
Inside the new citadel
the air feels like a heavy coat.
Hands claw at me, trying to remove it
it is stuck fast.
My movements slow to a crawl
no sign of life, no sound
but the wind screaming louder
until I thought my ears would bleed
adding to the metallic taste.
Have I stepped into a world of the dead?
where nothing remains
but the taste of their blood…