Looking through sightless eyes I find myself unable to think, unable to move.
Coldness creeps up into my senses as I try to weep but cannot.
I send will coursing down my body but it fails to beat my heart or force breath into my lungs: panic.
Scarlet frames my body and fanned out across fallen leaves.
I am only allowed to listen and what can I hear?
The Whispering Ones.
What do they whisper?
Many things and then nothing at all.
My body rings with their hollow voices.
I cannot block them out; there is no escape from my viceral prision.
Silent screams and panicked thoughts are all I can summon.
Just when I feel my soul ready to burst and my mind snap: silence.
Maybe it was just the wind, yes the wind.
I pray it be so.