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Dark alley foreboding,
Prognostic chill of the spine,
Woeful omen of dark feline,
Premonition of paroxysm and
Convulsion of utter dread.

Forewarning sign,
Prediction of torment,
Apprehensive anxiety,
Gut-wrenching sense of
Portentous Presage of doom.

One night-shrouded alley of
no more than one hundred steps.
At the end of the caliginous passage
Stands my humble home.

But a trail not trodden
surely should be left alone?
They warned me about this path,
but it is late, and I can see my goal.

I can almost touch my home from here,
what harm could this decrepit lane pose?
Oh nebulous reasoning.
Oh foolish thought.

Harbringer of swift and unjust justice,
as I reach the point of equal distance
from start to finish in my journey,
I feel a needle slide itself into my neck.

Unconsciousness. Inanimate and insensate living.
A lethargic and stupefied trance of
obscure dreams and inconceivable truth.
Life's lessons are learnt best through pain.

In the confines of corporeal circumscription,
the warmth of my body comforts my
unknowing self, my imprudent being for
disregarding the warnings of my ancestors.

Consciousness returning,
Darkness pervasive and ubiquitous,
Silence of the body and mind,
Heat dissipating and replaced with
a realisation of frigid sensitivity.

Eyes opening.
Environment perceiving.
A short cut runs down my naked body.
Repulsive revelation. Horror manifesting.
So this is where that alley leads.

A bath of ice.

I scream but nobody hears me. Do I make a sound?

Till next time, may you agglomerate all your unpremeditated contemplations