UNRAVELING

Your end is being narrated by Taja Emmanus

What is it about hearing the sound of crunching bones and mashing gums and gnawing teeth that instill in us a fear? A fear so strong, primal in instinct that naturally we freeze at the sound, hoping we keep our bones and whatever is gnashing will gnash and gnash until it's eaten itself away. Then you can cry. 

Is it because you remember being eaten? No, you weren't eaten but you remember the time your dog ate a chicken bone and you hated it.  You hated it but nothing could pry your ears from the sound, not even the violent screams of your parents arguing about a marriage destined to fail and an indifferent world while all you could do was listen to a dog eating a bone.

What about the sound that haunted you? Was it the sound of hearing something so solid and stern snap with little effort? Was it because you have bones and the way you associate it with yourself? Is it the vibrations or echoes or it? Is it because you are being eaten away? Why did it haunt you because for a number of years it haunted you until you forgot and now you’re wishing to remember to forget it all and now you really are wondering if you weren't eaten? Are you sure? 

You stare down at your left hand, you do not know what compels you to do so but you do and wonder when did you start peeling away at the tip of your index finger. Now only bone and nail exposed there but you can see it start to spread down the rest of you. How is all this dead skin just flaking off without any pain and an even better question for the muscle? Your eyes flick back at the screen and suddenly you see the words on the screen and see the narrative before you. 

You wonder if closing this will stop the spread but rest assured that the ritual has begun and trying to stop or alter it will result in something much worse in mind. What is in mind?  You will have to continue with the story. If you can call it that.

You don't understand what is happening, do you? Dear sweet creature, you are unraveling. Much like the end of everything and everyone, you are unwinding and unraveling, transmuting, changing, you are crying. You are crying and wish for comfort and reassurance. 

Sorry. 

Reassurance: you are not dying. 

Do not misinterpret this, you will never be seen or heard from again in this time or space. Your loved ones will die curious and mournful that no one will ever know what happened to you.
You suddenly realize that now not even the bone will remain as your unraveling continues at a steady pace. However you see your nail and hear the remaining nails click and clatter as they fall away from you, or the you that is left. Yes, they will remain, someone's teeth may remain as well, and you may not want to be without them. 

You can keep them to you in your mouth or your pockets. You may need them for reasons that cannot be explained. Suddenly having fallen, you see that your feet unraveling caught you off guard. 

'Why me? ' you think, no longer being able to read this any longer, however, it is no longer necessary for you to read this. Now all you must do is unravel and focus only on that. Focus on how you are unraveling, can you feel the spiraling of your nerves reaching into infinity? Or do you feel as though your unraveling deals more with the moving of dust? You must feel it because you cannot see, just as you cannot taste it, or smell blood and innards as you logically should or think you should. But you can it hear it and it haunts you. If you move the bones that remain it almost sounds like they are crunching. Are you sure you aren’t being eaten? You can be eaten alive. 

The last thought haunts you.