MingoTheJedi

As night closes in, my eyes slowly shut, and the world around me slumbers and prepares for the new day. And as the man I know myself to be drifts off into sleep, the creature dwelling within me awakens and reclaims his dominion over my flesh and my soul. His eyes pierce the dark of night like spears through water; his gaze falling upon the surrounding world with less empathy than that of a god for his blasphemous and most unfaithful of creations. He rouses, stretching my limbs and muscles, feeling the limitations of my mortal shell. A smile spreads across my face and my eyes grow cold and disconnected, as the beast once again gains control o

The young man sat atop the hood of his car smoking a cigarette, leaning against the cold, hard glass of the windshield. Staring out into the moon-lit sky, he smiled sadly to himself, the wisps of smoke that escaped his lips disappearing like a soft-spoken voice in a crowded room; like whispers in the wind. "And so life begins again," he uttered quietly to himself, a silver vapor painting the words as he spoke them. "And my dreams of possibility come once more to their inevitable end." Gazing out into the emptiness above him, he trembled as the breeze which passed over his body siphoned the warmth from his scar-laden skin; the amber of his ci

The child looked up from her coloring book and stared at her father from where she sat cross-legged on the living room floor, a cup of hot cocoa beside her, curling her toes around the shag of the rug as if uprooting blades of grass with her feet. As she sipped upon the chocolate, the warmth of the elixir lulling her as it spread throughout her body, washing over her like the first rays of the winter morning sun, she watched him as he stood silently before the window, gazing endlessly into the umbra of the world beyond the glass. Despite the cold of the winter weather, he stood there without a shirt on, his tattered jeans resting just below h

The hardened blood caked on his knuckles cracked and fell as he finally released his grip. The young man stood up from where he knelt, lifted his hands above his head and arched his back and stretched. The night sky above him was clear and warm, and the desert breeze felt pleasant on his blood-painted skin. The rage which engulfed him had finally been quenched, and the beast within him lay dormant at last. He looked down upon the figure over which he stood; the body of the man whom he had beaten to death. His face was cavitated: nose and cheek and alveolus were smashed and condensed into sinuses; his jaw broken, deformed and limp. The orbit o

I lay my hand upon his forehead and watched the life fade from his eyes. The look of horror vanished from his face, and he no longer looked at me in the way a child looks at his abusive father as he returns home, yelling as he walks through the door. In its place arose a sense of tranquility as his eyes were filled with wonder; a silent exhale of amazement upon witnessing something greater than one's self; such as an ocean, or a star. His body fell cold and his breathing stilled; the blood had finally slowed in its emergence from the wound. "What are you?" he asked me, his eyes searching mine, a smile spreading across his face as he slipped i

He pulled the trigger and felt the warmth of blood and brain splatter across his skin. From across the barrel of the leveled gun, he studied the face of the man whom he'd just killed, a river of blood erupting from the hole in his forehead, like the eye of a spring flowing pristine wine of velvet red, and in the sightless eyes which stared vacantly into oblivion, he saw himself smiling, the voice of a child laughing within. He drew a deep and heavy breath and held it in, infusing his lungs with aerosolized blood and the scattered particulates of human flesh, suspended like mist in the stale air. The beast within him marveled at the site of it