The Rapture, Ch. 5: Him

~~ 1st  D R A F T . . .  free write  ~~ 

11/14/17

Him

This is him as he closes is eyes, his mind casting back, black black, the quickening breath, the throat heart beat, the skin tremble. The first time. The first time he was afraid, so afraid, afraid enough run, might have run but for the law of gravity holding fast to his feet, creeping ivy-like up his calves. The air warm and clammy and sultry and sharp. Dead leaves and decay. Fresh fall air. Campfire somewhere. Near. Far. It’s hard to tell in the dark of his eyes.

This is him as he closes his eyes, him casting back and back and his breathing eases as his heartbeat quickens. This is him as he holds himself high and tight and still and invisible. The wind rustles. Something breathes. 

This is him in the godless dark, creation in the unmaking, light an eye blink away. Two worlds. Fear and fondness. Safety and ferocity. He’ll never be here be again but he’s here he’s here he’s here he’s here.