July 14, 2012•114 words
Ghastly, malformed, those words did it justice.
The wretch stared back, its eyes transfixed on him.
He could only continue his long gaze,
Thoughts pushing his tolerance to the brim.
They stayed locked in position, unaware.
Their surroundings collapsed, the truth left bare.
All they knew was this moment, this solace.
Devoid of interest in what would pass.
Soon, their bindings were finally severed.
Earth itself sought to end their mental exchange.
Fissures spread, seeming also to cut their ties
As the land put them violently at range.
His thoughts now mirrored those tense vibrations.
Its mind cycled through myriad migrations.
They struggled to get the better of it,
But their fates were tragic…unfortunate.