The Beast Within

by Steven J. D. Bean

i'm slipping. there is a monster, a creature, on the horizon
and it is charging me at full speed. i try to evade it
but my every movement just gives it something more to
aim in on. it hasn't caught me yet but it's close enough
that with every breath i take in i taste it, i smell it's
noxious breath. it's rumblings i hear constantly, they
cannot be drowned out by words or music or noise. it is
in my dreams.

i've been here before but i escaped. i don't remember how.
i've watched it devour others, maim them, kill them. i'm
scared, i don't want it to get me. i know that if i try
i can be bigger and stronger than this beast. i know how
to escape, i just can't remember. i fear that it will
get me. i won't let it get me. i'm not crazy, it is really
there, don't turn and look, you can't see it. it's all in
my mind, it has to be, if it's not - i'm dead.

i know the name of the beast.

(this is an actual "diary" entry, written in the middle of the night
during a part of my life I'm glad is over, but I hope never to forget.

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