What stands before me is something born from the annals of monstrosity.

A hybrid beast, an amalgam of human and animal form.

There are six of them, torchbearers, stretching up on hind legs, standing in a hierarchical pyramid; one at their lead, two behind and three at the rear.

“What are you? Why did you kill her? “

I don’t know how I’ve found the courage to speak.

Mystified, quite how I can summon these emotions and formulate words to resonate as sound.

As the torchbearers step forward, I am rendered a fool.

A slave to the absurdities of my imagination, the only salvation comes from the sanctity and solitary nature of thought.