I remember this nightmare.
It was from years ago.
And I can never forget that creature.
It has left Its mark.
The Pachyderm - Nightmare #27:
He clutched the metal clasp that hung at his neck.
At first glance, we thought it was a necklace.
On second look, this fastening was part of his person.
With a thumb and index finger, he forced it and with a jerk, began to unzip his skin - as if removing a jacket. The ripping sound of each notch, as he pulled its closure over his chest and down to his stomach, echoed in the dark room like nails down a chalk board.
Blood and organs oozed from the opening.
The newly emerging creature chuckled.
And stood frozen in place.
The creature spoke only once before beginning its feast, “And here I thought the circus was just winding down.”
I think we're all writers.
I believe we all have a story to tell.
The way we see things and hear things.
The opinions we have and the ideas we form and all the people we get to meet along the way.
I think we all have a verse to sing.
A chorus to share.
A song in our heart.
We just have to find the right audience...