Tuesday, August 15, 2023

Day 227 - God-Lite

 God-Lite
Matthew Ryan Fischer
 
The boy stumbled forward and pushed the door open, unsure of what was happening. The skin on his hands began to bubble, like he was being boiled alive. Steam arose from what should have been tears. He opened his mouth to scream, but spoke with overlapping voice.
“What is - What is happening to me - us…”
“Helelp meus…”
“Whosssaiddderethat…?”
He dropped to his knees. Eyes began to glow. Smoke from his ears and nose and mouth. Skin flaked and bubbled and dropped off and was loose and something underneath shimmered in the light.
What had the other man said? A whisper remained. A curse or secret or something passed between.
Eyes of fire that did not work. Voices in his head.
“Stttttttoooooooooooopppp…” he tried to scream. The transformation was nearly complete.
“Leeeeeeeeeeeeeetttttt goooooooooooo…” answered another voice.
They had done this to him. Why had they? He was less and less and we became more and more. There was no fighting it. There was nothing left but the union and the new. What had been was gone and only the new remained.
In the room was a pile of dust. The old had burnt and was gone. The boy carried the secret inside now. His skin healed and tightened in form. The fire inside contained and controlled and the smoke faded away.
It was now and no one would know what it was formerly. The voices grew close and sounded together, the difference negligible. No one would know the difference. They couldn’t tell. Two no more.

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