Chasm Archfiend

The Digital Nightmare Project

Ray J. Johnson
Awakening with the vestiges of wheat, hops and barley collected on my tongue, a rude morning bouquet on my breath along with my Nikon undisturbed in hand from last evenings shoot I fling back the sweat imbued blanket and educe my legs are absent albeit I continue compelled to consummate the deed of standing up and once accomplished, my cranium full of cerebral chemicals agitating in my crown analyzes that my lacking appendages of skin and bone are amalgamating with the inky black abyss where the floor should be.

Sudden confidence is bestowed within me to seek and discover like a contemporary day Balboa, I gaze out into a blue hue cirro-stratus that congregates at the black floored horizon, compelled and determined to follow what little white light comports in my minds rendering as a beacon for my impending travels out to seek anything of cohesion. Roaming this barren landscape I come to realize the slight lack of gravity and even more the void of atmosphere as well as verdure. Asking my own minds eye and captive audience as to whom will I share what I may find and will it serve as of any great importance or substance, will it be revered or loathed?

Levitating my lorgnette to shoot what measures to nothing accrual than abstract to be subjectively explicated or that of a lunar dawn, then abruptly out leaps from my devices aperture comes a chasm archfiend lethargically stutter stepping towards me leaving behind a cast impression of where it once stood approaching me in the most heinous fashion with a posture that dictates a predatory attack and before I can entrap this creature in the digital domain it evaporates without a trace leaving behind a wisp of the blue hue mist that it had been born from and I recoil equally from this apparition.

As rapid as this journey played out I find myself in a rewind of time just as quickly as it began, steps retraced backwards just as they played foreword, find myself on beds edge, arid covers turned back awaiting to entomb me into expounded benumbed pause of a dreamy rebirth of present aeons.

Published by Ray J. Johnson

Ray J. Johnson is an accomplished freelance photographer, contributing to several Macro and Micro-Stock image providing agencies and an aspiring writer. After narrowly escaping the ravishes of the big city r...  View profile

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