Ourselves

Slowly, I... no we, dragged myself from the tomb, trailing smears
of thick and vivid red along the ancient stones. Almost none of it
was mine, but it was ALL ours, every drop of it in this world,
it belonged like this. How could I have been so blind? I wondered,
half-aloud, half-asleep, as the blood dripped onto the sand before me,
glistening rubies of once-life in the glistening sun.

I didn't know if it had just gotten up, or if it was going down,
but I knew it didn't matter. Time, didn't matter, doesn't matter,
never mattered, of course it never did, as I said: "Time matters not."
Or did I... no, you did, we... do, we are saying it, thinking it... being it,
right now.

I looked at my hands, to anyone else, it might look as if they were
broken, torn slabs of meat attached to my arms. They were not, they
were simply hands covered in broken, torn slabs of meat, still
drying blood had stuck it there, the smell was potent, rich with the
snuffing of life... ah, to have a sense of smell again... to have senses again.

"where to now?", I asked, dared but a whisper, even if my mind
screamed the words into the ether, onto myself. "To! The! Hunt!".
Said a trickling thought at the edge of my mind, shouted a voice
beside my own, using my lips to form the words. The words caught
on the unrelenting winds that ravaged this place, and in a way,
all places, and I was silent. I turned my gaze onto the dunes
that crested the horizon. I began pacing forwards... walking... Hunting.