1.4.16



fuckin desolate                                  
                                            nothing later   than desolater

out of the black the Rembrandtblack  twiningpresence materializing
givinya a headstart  if ya thought yawere smart
 
before it emerged clotthick    crept      
                                 oozed

but to be fair a headstart was nothing

he realised the moment he turned his back to run itd have him  have him at the horrific disadvantage of not to know what was at him on him
                      a horror unknown more horrible


so while his feet ticked  wanting to run
he stood

waited

      Damnya  Show yerself

 

it roiled
       a black cloud in black water a black entity in desperateblack night
fingerlings and fries emerged  disparate things that at once couldnt be part of one thing and was part of a thing
it reassembled as it emerged
a portion of its blackness swelled  becoming convex
                                              then retired   sifting back
into its unimaginedself
toying with him distracting him as fries slithered near his committed foot  to the tip of his leather boot

funny he should feel something without weight on his foot
he didnt look
he stomped
it recoiled herkyjerky as if accompanying a scream    wounded

and wounding it momentarily encouraged him  and that sparkedwhite encouragement febrile fastcoursing  a bolt from his brain racing down his spine was cut in half 
                                      from razorthin cuts redweep began  at his biceps his chest
he felt himself slipping back though he hadnt moved his feet  minuscule slip  a lip appeared a lower lip at his chest
his shirt peeling away  down

eyes blinking   darkening     sight draining ooouut 
but before he entered blindness a stiff whip a stinger twitched wagged in his face an accusatory finger thinlylacquered in his bloodhe could smell it   warm   cooling

a serrated stinger retreated into the Rembrandtblack  the presence

he felt his torso let go  fall on the back of his head  heard his hips legs fall forward pushed by the physics of his toppling body

sick  wet   slurping    his unscathedheart dumping its remnant oily volume




he entered Rembrandtblack




1919,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  30  3. 16
 1355, Thursday,  31  3. 16