Decomposing Reality

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TJames Piatt S 111111111111 Arriving in the gray hours of an iron colored, and eerie night, bloody metallic symbols covered with rusting contractions screamed across people’s minds causing a terrifying agony. Glass poems written in scarlet ink became shattered by metamorphic hammers pounding words of apprehension into shattered synonyms, causing dark allegories to become lost inside the weariness of their decomposing minds. While staggering into a cemetery, images of broken tombstones in a field of unknown graves entered their consciousness and trails of terrified tears melted into the cemetery’s soil filling it with fear, and anxiety. The people sensed something horrible being awakened, and sharp pangs of foreboding started piercing their collapsing minds in a fit of decomposing reality. Then something grabbed their decomposing minds, pulling them under tombstones where their names were etched in blood. Decomposing Reality 111111111111111111111