MicroHorror

I wonder, what happens when night falls? Can I keep myself from coming apart? As I try to focus and find the answer, suddenly like a razor wire it tightens around me. My mind splits. I’m on the other side now.

I grab a hammer. Raising my arms up into the night I bring it down. Pulverizing the lid off my own skull, I enter inside searching for the answer, tearing at the brain trying to see what hides inside. “I can see it!” The answer to my question lies behind my dying eyes. What happens when night falls? The lights go out.