It came oozing from her mouth as she spoke and my ears as I listened.
It dripped onto the floor in ink-black
puddles of trepidation. I wanted to
silence the beating of my heart, because I knew that it was the tribal drum
that wakes the creature at the bottom of the bitter black depths. From the dark parts of ourselves hands began
to emerge, clawing at the smoke that filled the small room.
Our shadows leaked from our faces and started
to act of their own accord.
expression I could tell that she did not see them or else she was in league
with them. She spoke, but I couldn't understand her. I just nodded my head politely and waited for whatever it was we were waiting for.