A Fated Venture

Venture's 7th letter

In and out. It’s such a smooth motion. Vile smooth moonless tide. Adjective adjective adjective noun. I’m doing it wrong again. This whole writing thing. Noun verb seems so simple. Thinking in fragments. It’s better the more I look away from the in and out and in and out. Again! Please forgive me, teacher.

Friend. Friend who I trust to be somewhere outside this infinity. Friend whose image I can only grasp through the significance of the word. It’s so nice to have a friend. My apologies friend. I slipped.

They’d seen me. Of course they did. I was right outside their little town, waiting and watching. They’d do something sometime so I could escape. Had to be patient. But they saw me. But they didn’t do anything. But I still wasn’t going back in, not after all the struggling I’d done out here. But maybe in there it was quiet and the scratching wet would die away. But I couldn’t risk it.

They left me out there, minding my own business. My business of waiting for them to slip up. I’d peek through the bushes just watching the workers going in and out with the tide. Waiting for… whatever it is. I waited so long.

Then it happened. It. again. That same musicless scream and whinny while clawing into the dirt. The mare this time. The one who stared. I did what I should have done the first time, I watched. And waited. She dragged herself on her front hooves, soon collapsing directly in line with me and the pool.

They all left her. No attempt to help. No respect. No surprise. I saw the leader glance in my direction as they all entered the huts. A warning.

That body. Lying there with the in and out. I returned the eternal blank stare she gave me. All those eons ago.

My stare broke. The earth itself rumbled. Then. Then.

The pool arose. Swelling growing. Giant crashing wave of vile cancer goo piling and mounting and rising and under it was was. just was. White. Oh, dear princess it existed. so much white. Pure white bones teeth claws all wrong. All wrong Ribs fused to femurs fused to many skulls and infinite teeth and jaws opened and closed with the in and out. Making screams words incomprehensible and chewing it writhed and dripped purple poison along the ground and roared. Silent.

The spiral silenced. The Unseen vision rose from the spiral’s conclusion. Couldn’t scream or run or exist. I wasn’t while it was.
Being cascaded upon the corpse. Tear sound echoed as ripped out her eyes. Then, like a gentle wave, slid back into its origin. Sound returned to the spiral as the in and out resumed.

Then I slipped.

I had to. Had to. Go deeper. Back in. Village, I mean. I broke in tumbling sprint to the pool. Had to see, confirm. I stared again. Another eternity lost watching the in and out. Had to run had to escape had to go now. I was back in and I had to leave I still need to leave why can’t I leave?

I tripped over the body on the way out. Scrambled up to my hooves, and wound up eye to eye with the symmetrical fresh deep black voids in her skull. And I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t stop me.
The urge. no not urge not compulsion not desire oh no not desire. Had to. True need. The need abyss instilled.

You know it’s funny. Not so, not at all, but then why can’t I stop laughing? It’s just pony teeth aren’t meant for that sort of ripping tearing chewing. Fighting nature to grind shreds too tough but no thought of this only blank but oppressing need. Wet slimy slither metal taste. Need forcing chunks down while stomach constricts and shoves and tries to force fights against and fails. Still heaves at memory.

The need subsided. I looked at the body’s fresh wounds and realized and stumbled away to vomit.

Turning back towards my crime, the others had emerged and were doing likewise. They finished eating and threw it into the poison. The leader came to me, tilted his head. Toward the cabin.

I’m there now. Staying at a place I swore I’d never be again, No change except the tiny bloodstain on the wall. I’ve slipped downwards. Please help me get out.