Incurvatus in Se

(With apologies to this short story, which remains one of the most frightening things I’ve ever read.)

Falling foot took me from pathway.

Pathway changing, headed downward.

Downward, good, I like this choosing;

Choosing ever darker forests-

Forests which reach out and grab me-

Me and them now of the same part.

Part god, maybe? I cannot tell;

Tell me: have I reached my ending?

Ending nearing, now I’m all freed,

Freed from Godly observation,

Observation, foolish scruples,

Scruples- weren’t they a sin once?

Once I thought that sin had being.

Being now my definition,

Definition self-inflicted-

Inflicted: an odd word for rising,

Rising, yes, for I’m not falling.

Advertisements

Questions? Comments? Revelations?

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s