Hush

Stay still, not even a slightest sonance. Ready your arms, fingers apart. Fidget, but stay still. Hush, listen to the leaves rustling. Hush, listen to the flapping cloth swaggering about. You wager a drink on the middle. He’s silent, steady, not even a faint jitteriness within. Stay still, stay steady. You pray. He leaves his soul in a silent array. Front, back. His clothes flapping against the wind. Its going against him. God is. He sticks out his tongue, licks his lips. He gives the now pallid lips another soft nip. He glances downwards. The place is blood red. He readies his torso and breathes. His side is a wolf, a bitch, a two faced dog. He readies his emaciated body, lifts his now ashen face. His once resplendent face, the usual one with a glow of pride and faith is now withering, clouding up with a feeling of hate and a subconscious jealous tinge. The once lion is now a skittish little dumbstruck cat, purring away. The slight command is given, a sharp piercing command which is so punctilious. You lift your feet and start running. You run not to win, simply running to run. Running to get away from that bitch beside you, he has a face enshrouded by a mask. Beneath, is a beast. He’s your biggest fear. He’s …