We Are A Spiral ملاحظة قصصية · الجزء 4 من 4

The faces twist into each other, and all breathe as one

Some have scars, growths, and fevers

Maddened eyes or shrieking voices

But they were all him, and he was all of them

And for a moment, I thought I would become him, too. Or he would become I.

To form a new spiral. To lie underneath the water's surface in wait, mouth agape. To be forgotten, and emerge to eat the world anew.

Reflections of reflections

A kid following a cloud on the face of a silent pond

Mistaking an image for another, and another, and another

The memory of a specter, half-forgotten, but ever haunting

A fraction of what once was, a shadow of the self reshaped and remade

Every push and pull prompts a soft groan, a shimmering tear, a pearl of sweat.

The spiral torments itself to face me as one. The spiral torments the world.

The spiral is the faces of the bodies on the sea floor. The spiral is what blooms below.

The spiral is alive, is a snake, is a maelstrom, is a mouth, is the curiosity that feeds on us. It waits for us, ensnares, chews, devours, and rebirths us.

The spiral is our end, and our new beginning