The feeling of dread

taps at my shoulder.

The cuts that are

wrapped in bandages

begin to burn even worse.

That charming smile

belongs to him.

I don't know his name

though or any facial

features other than

his charming smile.

I want to know his name.

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Where is he?

Who is he?

A quick flash of

a scene plays in

my mind.

Him and I are

together.

We talk and laugh.

Right after this,

everything's a blur.

My hands begin to

tremble.

The seaweed salad

taste awful.

There's a smell too that

reeks of rotten flesh and

metallic blood.

"Something happened underneath

the crimson sky." I whisper quietly.

"H a h a h a h a…."

Someone is laughing

from behind me??