::Kaiju

Another motion-blur montage. 

The sky at night, burnt orange with the bleed-off from streetlights.  I’m driving alone.  Solemn, gritty technothunderechoing in my ears.  Wind roaring, engine roaring, spine and guts and eyes roaring. 

Blur.

Footsteps in the dark, looking up at a lit window.  Gravel under my boot heel as I turn away.  Looking down at what the streetlights are doing to my skin.  The bubbling, peeling.  Scales, warts, claws and demonhide.  Turning back into the bridge troll, against my will.

A dead firepit.  My clawed feet stirring the ashes.  A weary grunt, and I move on.

Blur.

They don’t mean anything, they’re nobodies.  But I’m hungry.  I’m angry.  I attack.  Launched from the parapets, wings cracking out at the last moment.  The spines on the end of my tail smash skulls.  I grip, I rend.  I bellow and shake the world.  The pain doesn’t stop, so I belch up as much electric death as I can.  Scorch them down to bones, kick them aside.  Follow the survivors back to their little strip-mall village and

Blur.

Uncanny silence.  My eyes are deserts.  Unblinking, harsh glare.  I will not relent.  I will not give in.  I will know the truth.  Must I wring it from her flesh?  Must I bring the knives and fire or can I swallow it all down again?

The man in the mirror says that it’s time to fight.  He’s cruel.  He looks old.  I noticed grey at his temple today.  I wonder if he’ll die and leave me in peace?

Blur.

I’m putting on an old, lonely mask, caging my wild hair and covering my gritted teeth.  The man in the mirror won’t recognize me.  I belt on my sword and go out again, waiting for them to find me.  They always do.

Blur.

I’m scattered to the winds, drifting in moonbeams – unthinking, uncaring.  Until the dawn and my atoms coalesce from oblivion.