Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25458443-20170318124910

I'm lost inside the complex here, 

A sprawling maze of corridors of wirelines and lined

With fowl stenches growing near

And puddles left behind

From when I step into the bodies 

that the stenches used to be

And then I gag and pray the fate they met

Will not be met by me.

I'm being chased.

I'm being chased somewhere--somewhere very dark.

I can't tell where I'm going but the walls are lined with 

sparks

A part of me is slowly drifting 

Running quickly, falling, lifting.

Running quickly, turning corners now

If I'm turning now at all

And fearing what I hear around me

Growling, snarling, pattering 

It's feet upon the walls.

The walls are filled with sparks

I've seen it's shadow, phased and stark

And hardly faltering,

My heart

Is beating, pounding hard, 

And hard,

It's pace is slick and smooth and dry

And quickly on the walls it slides

Onto the floor and back onto

The walls

And on the ceiling too.

I hear it, squirming as it glares

And wrenching darkness from the air

And where I haven't seen it gnashing

I've heard chewing everywhere

For I know that there are others

As the sounds--oh God the sounds

How they scratch into my lungs

And cough my blood onto the grounds.

My legs are sore and numb

And tingle down and hurt and twinge

But yet I continue to run

Out of this place that I am In

I'm in this place that's lined with walls

And all the walls are lined with sparks

With broken tiles at my feet

And broken feet at other parts.

I'm being chased.

I'm being chased--chased somewhere, I am being pursued

I can't tell what is chasing me, but still I know it's

...rude

I hear it shambling and tumbling, fast and 

relentlessly

As it hurls it's body at me

Desperately

And clambers to it's feet.

And meeting me halfway to nowhere

Are the pools of blood and bile

That splash with every footstep

And stain with every mile

While I run through double-doors and slam them

Hard behind me shut,

Not that I think it'd help

But if not, than I don't know what.

And as I hear it banging on the door I find that I

Am in a single office with no other doors to try

And I can't find another window or a weapon to defend

I fear that here inside this "here inside" is where I'll meet my end. 