What The Hell Is Happening To Me?

He couldn’t remember why he was here
Or where here was
God knows he tried
Again and again
But nothing came to him

He had started his day like he always did
A shower, shave, coffee, oatmeal or a bagel
Just another day. Nothing special
Nothing different… Until…

The dizziness hit him like a firestorm
of darkness and he felt himself stumble
and grab the counter top for support
Then he slipped into the darkness of his mind

His demons danced around in his head
Taunting him, whispering to him
He could feel himself changing as
the darkness dissipated
When he came to, he was still holding
onto the counter top

His demons had won
He knew what he must do
Even though he didn’t know
who he was or where he was
It was then that he realized it wasn’t
a counter top he was holding onto
It was the side of the coffin he was in

He screamed….
It was the last sound he ever made

Written for Slasher Monster Magazine but they
are no longer responding.

~The Tennessee Poet~

©Walt Page 2018 All Rights Reserved