The Ordeal of Nairobi

At first, the only thing I felt,

Was my wobbling breath and the storm

And then,

My heart beating in my ears and the storm.

I was running faster than ever across a reddish, frosted plain of earth,

The winter winds pierced my skin and made me numb,

I could feel the burning needles under my bare feet as the cold seeped into my bones,

They bleed creating crimson prints on the pristine snow.

Behind me was the storm,

But the storm I feared was a dark, runious cloud,

And although I was fast, the looming cloud was faster,

As it drew closer, I heard a blaring buzzing rattling my teeth,

And I realised, it was a swarm of infinite insects,

With forcepslike bump jutting out from beneath their eyes,

They were terrible and oily and were coming at me, 

For me,

To turn my naked frosted body into a sickening blotch.

I knew that if I stopped now, I will be succumbed,

Succumbed to the depths of mountains feeling nothing but despair,

Yet I knew I could not go on for much longer; At some point

I had stopped running and had started hobbling instead,

Still I hobbled and I ran and I hobbled again.

And then I heard a voice,

One unfamiliar but calm and authoritative spoke to me

"stop" it said,

"you can end this"

"you don't have to do this" it commanded

Every cell of my being was relieved hearing those words

As if I was waiting for something to fall back on

So I fell

And I stopped, abruptly to face my doom,

To get consumed by the monster looming over me

Shivering

Exhausted, waiting impatiently for it to be over.

And I stood in the show with bleeding feet and courage

As they came to feast on me, to feast on my organs, to feast on what was left of me .