Beauty Has Faded.

He, this beautiful being. 

Dark hazel circles watch from afar.

He does not understand life.

The grass is green, with a brown tint.

He sits and looks around himself, accepting the crisp breeze with softer eyes.

Rib length hair moving against the wind.

Fingertips press against the earth.

Push against the solid ground.

Foreign, he is.

Shirtless, he lay close to the earth. 

Lending an ear, listening for his own language.

A frown of failure.

***

I observed this magnificent creature.

His canvas, pure and unmarked.

I wonder, does perfection finally exist?

Another movement, from afar.

Many movements, soft howls blending with the rustling,

His head arose, after sensing a new sound.

Charcoal eyes flutter violently.

Overflowing with curiosity.

My curiosity on the other hand, was fear.

***

No blue sky was in view, his skin ceased to illuminate.

He sits, tranquilly looking through the beauty of the trees.

The Rustling continues.

Yellow eyes come into view.

Shadows more closer to the woods edge.

***

He doesn't notice, being too caught up in scenery.

I watch his face, intrigued.

The wind picks up.

The air grows damp and thick.

The rustling is now masked by the sounds of the air.

***

A creature moves from within the bushes.

The carnivore looks at the being with hungry eyes.

A low guttural noise escaped the creature. 

More of them appear, 5 to be exact.

6 of them.

***

I watched, why was he just sitting there?

They circled around him, growling.

He muttered sounds, reaching towards the one he had first saw.

To his surprise, the creature lunged towards him.

He was not scared, no. 

He must have thought it was a game.

***

My heart, each beat seemed to move my whole body.

I stood still.

I couldn't help him. 

They would kill him.

I could not accept this.

The creatures were close enough to the being to attack him.

And so they did.

***

The being, still full of curiosity, did not understand what was about to take place. 

One wolf went for his arm, while another lunged towards his neck.

The being now realized, while he is being ripped to shreds. 

The others bite down on him limbs and stomach. 

His snow white skin, stained red.

***

I was frozen.

I couldn't breathe,

I watched the life drain from his body.

The being struggled as much as he could. 

Bones and entrails were now in view. 

One wolf was lapping up his stomach. 

Another, gnawing his thigh.

One was disfiguring his face

Another, cutting at his neck.

One chewed up his wrist.

The last wolf, the one who had emerged first.

That particular creature just stood there. 

Most of the being was disappearing.

Piece by piece.

The grass was no longer a green.

The 5 animals moved back.

And in turn, the other wolf moved forward.

The being was still alive.

He was missing one leg.

The other, broken to the knee.

Both of his arms were gnawed to the bone, small chunks of meat still held on.

His cavity was empty and entirely eaten. 

His manhood had never existed.

***

The wolf looked at the being.

The animals did spare his eyes.

The wolf smelled every inch of the mangled corpse.

Charcoal eyes following it as it did.

Satisfied, the animal gave a high growl and turned to run back into the woods.

The other 5 followed.

Sprinkles of rain started to fall. 

The leaves made it sound so.

***

My eyes never left him.

I couldn't move.

I watched the body, barely moving now. 

Unable to.

I waited.

An hour or so passed before I started towards the body.

As I did, feet feeling heavy, I was terrified.

I wondered if the wolves would come back. 

Tears started trickling, I could not hold them back. 

The sky was black, making the blood look even darker. 

My steps got slower as I became closer. 

His hair was tangled with blood and drool.

He didn't look like a person, or anything at all.

The wolves did not get behind his ribs.

There still hides his lungs and heart.

Inside the skull, his brain. 

I stood over the body, looking down at the mess. 

He looked up at me, burning his glance in my eyes.

I couldn't stop my tears now. 

I sat beside him, his eyes watching me as I did.

He didn't trust me, he would run now if he could. 

I muttered my apologies through my sobs. 

He didn't understand.

My eyes scanned over his body, I noticed a slight movement. 

I moved closer to his chest, my soft eyes attempting to project that I was not going to hurt him. 

He watched me as I moved. 

I placed my left ear as gently as I could on his chest.

A faint beat could still be heard.

My fingertips, I place three on one of his ribs.

Admiring the smooth feeling of blood on bone. 

I listened to his weak heart.

It wouldn't beat for much longer. 

It couldn't.

I lifted my head to look into his eyes. 

I saw a single crimson tear, trying to descend.

I tried to be as gentle as I could.

While lifting his head, neck barely attached. 

I placed him so that his head lay between my crossed legs. 

I looked down into his eyes once more.

He muttered a sound.

What blood he had left, squirting out of his gouged neck.

He squeezed his eyes shut from what had to be excruciating pain.

I couldn't have done anything.

I began to hum, hum him towards his death. 

I watched him as I did.

He watched me.

I interrupted my humming.

"Sleep now," I whispered to him. "The pain will numb."

His eyes closed as I continued.

I sat there all night, humming to the corpse.

His beauty faded, what little he did have left.

His nightmare did end.

Reviews

[MoriartyMesa]

I could not have felt this as hard as a bat hitting me on the back and cracking wood, splinters are worth the pain. You have something here worth being told.

[NymphetamineDame]

I wrote this in the middle of class and nearly broke down. I had to wait until class was over to finish it so I would not start crying.

I'm glad you enjoyed reading. Thank you.

[soliloquy]

Oh my......this is complete.....and horrific....yet somehow full of quality.

You really fill in the blanks dont you? Your descriptions are excellent. You are a cross between a poet and a story teller arent you?

[NymphetamineDame]

Thank you! I do enjoy writing both poetry and short stories.

[soliloquy]

Yes... i read this again. You have skill in both areas.