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Oddest Little Bird
It arrived yesterday, manifested gradual and absurd, started with the surrounding area dying first, then the original picture of a missing itty bitty bird, levitating and unmovable. More people went missing as the days converge, sure enough a new snapshot each time would appear, as if they were being swept away from here, submerging graves to drown lachrymose bye hear and fear. Then one eye - another - lips - a face suspended exists, countenance devoid of any truly real emotion, lifeless - starring far out into the distance, almost as if staring at something specific. What is it? - Rumors like a pervasive pestilence spread endless, to other cities - towns - villages, each the same bestowed wisdom, a mind’s eye phantasmagoria vision. It spoke to people with a voices of a legion, offered to meet - greet - be one of them, in another separate/parallel dimension, bargain that can be blessed and/forever forgiven; All it requires - is for one to temple a hymn - of thunder; - ending their parasitic life’s existence, here goes nothing - bang* - sack of potatoes crumble/bag splits. Re-emergence a remnant running limp towards the visage, maw opens with jagged rows to devour my life and husk. Picturesque/statuesque of who I once was; labeled missing floating high up above. Elongated countenance ripped asunder, puzzle jigsaws me on the other side back together, bone/muscle/tendon/skin utter re-assimilation, warps/twists the realm - violin grave motif debaucheries denizens. Levitating heads chasing - biting of limbs, devouring my friends/family/fellow citizens. Spines with no flesh to hide the grotesquerie, whip/manipulated as a weapon’s severity. Mirror quicksilver shivers as the grin waxes, disembodied cranium of vile horror fictions, bite severs waist with surgical guillotine precision, hummingbird speed; leaving my legs still standing.
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