awake

It was hard to breathe at first. My chest felt heavy, filling with the dry air of a tomb ages old. Me siento cansado de dormir en la oscuridad. Forgive lord for coming back again. I had to. I had to for her. The smell of her hair, the touch of her skin. The way she smiled when I glanced her...

"She's not listening." it said softly, crawling towards the baby carriage where Alexandro was screaming in terror. It's purple leathery skin gleamed in the moonlit ray from the window, and his cries grew louder with each step she...it took. If one can exist as pure thought, little Alex was this...

Anyssa's wide awake here: