She's Everywhere

The desert has turned into fire. The sand is glass. I can see her everywhere. I can see what I’ve become in every grain.

I can’t go on any longer.

Dying

I’m a terrible person. I’m never going to leave this rocky nothing, and that’s a good thing. It’s only by the whims of fate that you can read this.

I snapped her neck. I didn’t know that I could. She didn’t see it coming.

I can see her face every time I close my eyes. Did I really love her? Or was it all pretend?

She bled black. There was something in her veins. It must have been poisonous, so I drank it.

Finding Her

I met her today. She slithered out of the ground, naked. Her skin was cracked and her eyes were wrong, and her waist trailed off into a snake tail.

She threw herself onto me and comforted me. She told me everything I ever wanted to hear.

And then I killed her with my bare hands.

Wandering

I’m walking the desert now, but the desert’s reaching out in all directions and I can’t find any landmarks.

I’m not sure that it’s the same desert. This one is alive. Things are moving under the sand.

I saw a pile of sand that looked like her face.

She’s close.

The Desert (2)

I still haven’t left my car.

I’m parked off the road, in the desert. The car’s stuck and I have no supplies. This laptop’s running low on batteries. I should conserve its energy.

The naked creature that came for me, the New Chupacabra, is standing on the threshold, right before the sand starts. It’s staring at me.

It expects me to choose something.Its patience tells me I'm choosing how I die. I'm too occupied with these little worlds of glass.

It just made me smash my mirrors. All of them. My knuckles are bloody, now. It wants to eat me. 

I can feel the certainty from its breathing and its gaze that it's wanted to eat me for a long time, and it waited until this search to lunge. And I feel so weak and tired and ready to be eaten.

But if I let it, I’ll never see her.