Anywhere but Hell

By Luis Porraz

Her words had stricken his soul, with every breath reinforcing each memory to become permanent. How could he forget the way her tongue drew out those sharp words like a sword making it's kill. Yet no blood came out. He could've sworn he was injured but there was no wounds. He continued shaking as if he were going into cardiac arrest. His heart was withering away, falling to pieces that crumbled into nothing. That nothing began to crave a substitute. Unsatisfied with anything, it became a void. Darkness was born. The evil he swore wouldn't consume him became his only chance of survival. Every breath he takes burns from the intensity of the cold. Lungs black from frostbite, searching for warmth which he can no longer sense in such a cruel world. Where has he to go?