From the Depths She Devours

And there was me.

Alone for some reason. I liked it a lot. It was when I was alone that I only exposed my feet. In my opinion they were a private part, which I held as dear as any part on a woman. So of course I could not allow myself to be seen barefoot unless the only person that was watching was the One who created me.

The shack I call home was up the highway some. On days like this, nothing to write, no one to talk to, nothing to read, I would pull my shirt off and walk three miles to get here. The small beach which really was considered a small chunk of shore daring to venture from the fresh water of Apost Lake.

And there was me.

Alone for some reason. There was nothing in particular that I could say was wrong with my life. Everything was eliminated. The wife, gone, work, gone, bills, covered by old folks help. The freedoms one might suppose come with turning sixty-five, I can only describe as, neutral. But, when you eradicate the bad, you cannot live with good. In retrospect, life was hard, but I loved every moment of it. But now I was done. No books to write. I had been writing my brain out over the years. Following the archetype of King or Hemingway. A life of no imposition. I never would have deduced that I would later yearn for the feeling. The thoughts these days are prolix and end in leaving me numb and lackluster.

And there was me.

Alone for some reason. There wasn't much to this place. Grey foggy sky that made me feel like shit. Nasty damp sand underneath my ass. But something must have been exciting. For I had the biggest boner since I first laid my hands upon the soft flesh of a woman. I was starting to doubt if I could still produce them. Perhaps it was the shot of epinephrine now pulsing through my veins when I thought I may had seen something on the horizon. It was one of those things humans tend to disregard in fear of losing our sanity. One of those happenings that occur so fast, that "it can't be real". Maybe it wasn't to the world but for me, there was something. May I bless thee with my words? Oh give unto a sign that I may have clarity? So that I may give wisdom unto thee. The conjunction of death. Do tho wish to hear my words? It was like talking to yourself. Being a writer, I would consistently tell myself random lines that I may use. I never knew where they might come from. It happened though. However, I haven't had one of these outbursts since the day of retirement.

Hmmmm. A sign? What the fuck?

There was but sand all around me. I loved things like sand. For, it was not text books that brings man knowledge, but objects like sand that truly reveals the world from the darkness it clings to in such passion. It showed me how convenient the world was and oh so accidental. Some folks will feel insignificant by looking up at the sky. The intimidation of stars and planets and whatever else the cosmics may hold in store. I however, look not to the sky, but to an even greater space. One which is much smaller but only to our understanding. Perhaps this space was vast behind belief. The vastness of cells. The fact that sand is so small and has no reason to the naked eye. The fact it stretches along the beach for miles across and under. The fact that a hundred million viruses could live in the space of but one speck of sand. And man has no idea to what may be in that virus. What is in RNA or DNA. We are so minuscule indeed.

I threw a big handful of what may have been galaxies and threw it into the water. The specks of sand just scarcely landing in the water. The lake now gravid, with the holistic beings of these hinterlands began to ripple.

And forward came She. From the water, stepped a beautiful woman. My wife. I smiled. She was barefoot and wore a white gown. There was something wrong. A second head began to grow on her shoulders. It came within seconds. My wife's original face looked upon me with somber dissatisfaction. The other head was ugly. Hideous even. There were bulging rashes all over. It hung to the side as if there were no neck supporting it and its hair was cut in so many angles it was like someone cut it with a lawn mower. She continued walking to me. But I no longer wanted to. This was not my wife. My ex-wife was probably screwing some guy right now in Texas. This was a monstrosity. But I could not move. She did not move her mouth but yet I caught words. This was the beginning love. See what you did.

"But do you not see that face. It drove me away!" I cried to her

You had the axe. You could have removed it love. I love you.

She disappeared, I cried.

Tears accomplished nothing nevertheless. Here comes the next round.

The waves rippled again and spit forth another anomaly.

This was even hitherto more familiar. It was me. Walking just as gracefully as my lover had. And just like before. It began to grow. Only this was bigger. It was splitting like a cell. There were two me's. They confronted me. This was how it continued fellow.

"It was beyond my power."

You had the knife my friend to kill it.

The copy of myself pulled a blade from seemingly nowhere and stabbed the other. It bled. It died. It sank into the ground. The clone ascended to the skies. I cried.

Tears accomplished nothing nevertheless. Here comes the next round.

From the waters crawled another furtive organism. One out of the water, it stood on its legs. They bent every which way. Broken in too many ways. The man wore a blue suit. He was my publisher. Books were in a net sack flung transversely on his back. He began stumbling to me. Falling over on multiple occasions and screaming in agony. He would pick himself up again even so. It like its predecessors found its way to my feet. You fell. You failed. I died with you.

"You had so many more! Mine was over."

It's never over until death. No more works from you.

It took the sack of books and from his hands he summoned fire setting the binding, the string, the paper, the glue ablaze. Then he too took to flame. They burned until ashes and blew with the wind. I cried.

Tears accomplished nothing nevertheless. Crossroads?

I waited for something to appear from the waves. There was only wind. Above you! From the sky, came the clone of me. It was descending to the earth. He landed in front of me. Stand. I stood. He held something outwards to me. A gun. Take it. The thing smiled.

He was wearing a red shirt. I wore no shirt. We were different.

"How do you wish to torment me?" I was losing patience.

You choose. How is life gonna go?

* * *

A body was found down by the lake today by two boys. It was an old man. Wearing a red shirt. He was barefoot. Left behind by the killer.

Left behind indeed.

REVELATION 13

-Jake T. Edmunds

So guys this was just something I wrote today. It is a bit different from what I usually write and may be a bit confusing. It has more meaning to me but I hope you enjoy it. You should check out that verse too if you have time.