The Scattered Bones

by Nicole Scarano

I should have screamed for help, but I was frozen. I cried in fear. I cried because his voice was everything. It reached inside my soul, rewriting my definition of perfection.

In the moon’s light, I finally saw him in clear definition, and the sight ruined me. His face obliterated my heart. His eyes destroyed my spirit, and in an instant, the thief re-wrote my future.

I was baptized in the fire of despair and heartache. Reborn in torture and anguish. Come, oh ancient evil. Take my head from my body. I will return the favor.