Alone, In the Dark
Christopher
Hivner
Sleep is a dream
now,
haven’t closed my
eyes
in three days.
The Razors
appear at any
time,
diving at us
at unfathomable
speed
to attack,
using thin,
diaphanous wings
sharp enough
to slice an arm
off.
We used to travel
in groups to
fight,
but that just made
us
easy targets
because we haven’t
found
a way to hurt
them.
Everyone’s on his
own now,
starving,
sleep-deprived zombies
wandering around
desperate
for food and
shelter.
The Razors don’t
eat our bodies;
they suck out the
blood
once they make a
cut.
If they get one
deep,
the victim gushes
like an oil well,
drawing a half
dozen of them.
They can drain a
body
in under a minute
when in a group.
I don’t know
how many of us are
left,
but I’ve seen
more corpses than
I can count.
Some people I’ve
talked to
want to know
where they came
from,
I say who gives a
shit,
they’ll own the
planet soon
so what does it
matter?
I’m hiding in a
cave
for now.
I hear Razors
outside,
they smell me.
I wrote all this
down
in the hope
humanity survives
and conquers these
creatures.
Future generations
can read
what we went
through
and adapt.
Stopping now
because I’m too
weak,
I have to move
deeper
into the cave,
find a place
to die naturally,
alone, in the
dark.
Christopher
Hivner calls south central Pennsylvania in the United States
home. He writes short stories (mostly horror and humor) and poetry (speculative and non-speculative)
His most recent book is Dark Oceans of Divinity (horror/dark
fantasy poems) (Cyberwit.net)
