From the Mouth of Madness

Against the stark white layer of snowfall

I see bright orange bits of flesh.

Shrapnel of an insane man.

Words fall freely from the mouth of madness…

White

And orange

And black.

Words on paper

Wet and wrinkled…

Bleeding.

Bleeding all over my head

And my arms

And the back of my neck.

I know right now there is a regret to be had here.

I breathe deep the fragrance of regret.

Bright orange

Frosty white

Snow-covered doom

Encircling me now.