The Fields of Forever

Sci fi/Fantasy image by

Ken McCracken

I, once a roaming spirit am I now cruelly cast into clay? with claws and cunning to feed my own vessel equipped with the tools to prolong my own life sentence? planted with the dread that I may lose this earthen jailor? I am a clay vessel fired and fragile tip and shatter . . . and be free and ethereal again. I am placed on the pivot and lean this way and that - a painful shocking fall, a price to pay for entry, to the fields of forever.

Published More than a year ago

Category Horror

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