Anatomy of Flesh
Yellow beams down on the corner of a street like the spotlight of some unsung stage. A creature rummages through a dumpster in a nearby alley for a scrap of morsel left unconsumed by a species so indulged they spare mountains. The smallest beating pulse scutters across the great concrete plains through the light of the stage. A man’s hand casts a shadow across the small roach just before he clasps his hand solidly to the ground surrounding the creature. As he was darting through the light, to the sanctity of a dark crevasse, this roach found himself captured. Held now, within the grasp of a cosmically unfathomable predator. He sits unmoving as his instincts dictate his next actions. Am I within an unbreakable hold unknowing by my captor? Will this being release the grip they’ve found so I may continue towards the comfort of my usual shadows? Or, will this being end my life and will I never be free from these binds.
The roach struggles, its legs scratching and extending with the speed of desperation. Antennae flick back and forth, searching for some weakness in this bondage. Yet, none. The man lifts the small roach and with one motion finds the roach resting in his mouth. Between the canines, the chitinous exoskeleton creases and gives with a crunch. The gut oozes sustenance as the man cherishes the energy passed from one existence to his own. The man takes a moment while chewing and swallowing his prey to eye the stars above him. They are hard to make out in the city, in fact, the stars rarely, if ever, make an appearance. However, one star drew his eye. There was a dimness to it which drew his consciousness to thoughts of the star and only that star. A sudden unease took the man. A realization, as he swallowed the last of his snack.
COMMENTS
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Vhalynn
01:13 Jun 29 2021
If you've read this, please comment criticism or let me know what you think. I'll be posting more if there is interest. You may also pm me with criticism if that is easier for you.
Creepshow
02:09 Jun 29 2021
Sustenance is the Bane of life.....to one its sick, to another it is survivals' normality. We all are somewhere in the guage, odd as the spectrum encompasses Opposites. Tis nothing more than a food chain. From sick as a canniballistic endeavor to as light as picked apple tree fanfare. Is there a norm? Are you the norm? In between? Undecided? Think.........Once or twice you went to a darker side. That tis just human Nature..............But then.......not all of us are human. Enjoy your Natural fruit. I remember a time when you craved dead flesh. The cookout, The Sushi, The deer hunt.......And some of you.....the manhunt. Thrill of the kill huh? To Each his own.
MrsBradley
12:46 Jun 29 2021
I feel you should give a little more details about the settings and character's. Would make the storey aittle more intresting.