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diff --git a/posts/concrete.md b/posts/concrete.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ecae66c --- /dev/null +++ b/posts/concrete.md @@ -0,0 +1,48 @@ +title: Concrete +date: 2017-03-08 +author: Wolfgang Müller + +Concrete. Drab, lifeless surfaces, complete in their sterility. Dust +from abrasion dancing around in the few shafts of light like +poisoned spores, carrying death across the hallway. Lying against +the blood-stained wall, this should be his last moment in life. Born +in concrete, deep below the earth, away from sunshine, green grass, +sunflowers, singing birds; Killed in concrete just the same, smashed +against the wall, shot into the lungs and shoulders, bleeding out far +away from light or happiness. + +The others were all already gone. Strewn about, lying atop of each +other, dead eyes, pale skin. Grey and feeble, like the concrete all +around. Pools of blood under the bodies, a dark coagulated red. Life +forgotten now seeping into the devouring pores of the cement floor. + +"I'll end up like them, eaten up, rotting here where there is +no sunshine. I'll end up in the belly of the concrete monstrosity, my +skeleton grinning sheepishly at the unlucky dwellers who find this vault +expecting riches, but getting only death; death grimacing back, and the +concrete, silent as ever, watching, waiting." + +A putrid smell lay in the room, ironlike, miasmatic, and +dusty. Thankfully only a few more breaths left. Complete silence, +except for the ghastly wheezing of ruptured lungs. A last reminder of +life dwindling between the uncaring walls. Nobody listening except the +elongated and lobeless concrete ears, the rough surfaces like petrified +skin. + +Darkness slowly crept in; first at the edges, concealing the unnatural +smiles of mutilated faces. Faces of friends, family, faces of enemies, +of bullies. Everyone's face. Nobody's face. + +He drew his last breath. The darkness crept more towards the center, +towards that one fixpoint; towards the concrete wall he had been staring +at all this time. His enemy. Mankind's enemy. And yet it was just a +wall. Something so simple had become the name for all the horrors in the +world, and it was staring back. Endlessly it was staring back, loudly +accusing in complete silence. + +It resounded in the corpse-filled room, mangled vocal chords in an +undead chorus. + +It resounded in his dying, confused mind. + +Concrete. |