Monsters

Crouched behind a boulder
i can hear them coming
ground shaking thunder
ripping and tearing
close my eyes, listen
screaming unbearable.

Looking around
imagination worse than the real
until
gnashing, rendering,
intestines,blood, brains
dripping from gaping mouths
large eyes gleaming
back to the stone
breathe
close
so close.

Slip to the ground
hugging my knees
small
disappear
black point
die.
Breath.

Machinery rolling
crushing everything in sight
turning inside out
my throat
in my mouth
neck tourniquet
pop
gone.

Eleventh dimension
breaks into shards of glass
each with a face
everything
and nothing at all.

Phase into rock
stay for a millennium
broken into little pieces
sand on a beach
pebbles in a stream
white ash floating in the breeze.