Curiously crawling the dark corridors of the mind, jittery with pure stark terror of what it might find…it sinks deep into the forbidden, passing the boundaries which it had been given. Each next step sure stinks of insanity, but adamantly it succumbs to its vanity.
The doors of a desert swing open to the wind whistling a watery tune.
A frieze of human heads drift into veiw, dried with taut grins and shrunken eyes, perched on wooden poles with pale tongues hanging out. Some are tattooed with targets and runic slogans, some are skinless with signs and words inked onto them. One has suture marks etched on it, like a blueprint for an assembly.
The gaping eye-holes so dark, contrasts against the gleam of the smooth polished skulls reflecting in the harsh brightness of the afternoon sun. The wind went in sync with the brown sand forming dust which in turn blows west leaving its signature on bones, dried gut and whatever remained of the maggot-ridden bodies.
The resonance of silence reverbrates in the landscape, echoing all the way to nothingness.
Weight of the surrounding emptiness becomes heavier.
The sound of a bone yeilding to decomposition shatters the glassy decorum thereby unsettling different species of feeding flies. There they go…angrily, perhaps delightfully humming a perfected chord over the buffet spread in their wake while the maggots squish against each other and the rats scurry away at their own pleasure delivering a weird kind of percussion, thus blessing the scenario with a trio…the melody of decay.
Souls unseen, dances and drifts to the unknown, what becomes of them equally unknown.