Perfectly still

When I was a child I got lost in a shopping center. Surrounded by living statues, while standing perfectly still.

I looked up at the fake airplane that hung from the ceiling, and instead saw a banner made of cement, over a gallery I had never seen before.

“They are coming” it read, an engraving of hands holding a megaphone accompanied those words.

Legs forced still by fear and not knowing where to go, I saw them come. Concrete skin, hair, and clothes, melting into each other, and no eyes. No eyeballs, irises, eyelids, smooth skin, on;y marked by a small nose and a gaping mouth.

A person made of stone, harder than those clay living statues around the shops, and me, with a shrieking heart and liquifying flesh.

They raise the megaphone, I don’t heart a single word. My body is filled with lead from within. I feel it stick to my insides and leak from every pore.

It reaches the interior of my head and the world disappears. My eyes fall out and the sockets seal shut.

I cannot see, I’m not sure I was ever able to.