Death’s Siren
Leo Driver
Things have been hard lately.
Everyday I hear a song playing from a bottomless pit. It sounds so enticing, like it knows how I feel, but I resist for its a lie too.
I don’t know how long it’s been since the day my life shattered like a cursed mirror.
My sense of time died with my will of self burying its coffin. Where do I go from here that I feel like the walking dead?
That song is playing again as I walk past the pit, that sweet, sweet song of somber love and longing, telling me that I will be loved by it.
But I won’t, it will never happen. How could it? It’s not human, is it? Probably not, why else would it sing every day in that pit? Does it sing for anyone else? Or just for me? Will I ever know?
Also no, hopefully.
But, it will never go away.
Never.
Forever singing to me when I just want my life to go back to normal, or at least have some semblance of it.
But today was different, when I walked by, my foot was caught on something.
Looking down, I saw a hand, that same voice still singing to me from within the expansive darkness, teeth glinting into a sneering smile.
My blood ran cold in that moment, but I regained my composure enough to pull my leg away and run endlessly.
Everyone must be looking at me like I was crazy, up until I ran into the street on a red light, tripping as a truck was heading towards me at 45 mph.
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