Wasteland

And it woke in me again, like a pathogen that was insidious and insistent and invincible, a chimera reawakened; and all I could sense was the roar that plumbed the unknown depths of an abyss that quaked and shuddered from somewhere within me, and that slammed the blood in my ears with a tidal force threatening to obliterate every barrier and boundary.

But in the wasteland that I inhabit, there is only a silence that the swirling and the sound fail to conceal, and amidst the detritus of my world are the wide and winding inroads you have haunted for so long. You may not know it, but it is blood that wells up, like the inheritance of the dusk, from within the cracks in my heart that meander after your every footfall.