PROSE: The Words Are Out There, Screaming

Breached Horizons
A Kind Of Prose Poem
By Mark Cantrell

THE words are out there somewhere. They hide like sinister malignancies in the shades of the mind, lurking, until the moment comes to strike.

 

Then, after the months of hunting and searching, when the author has finally given up in despair, they gush screaming from the void to bore into the victim's brain.

 

And in that terrible moment, the author realises they are not the divine graces of imagination, but mutant and snarling th...