The Cave

The Cave

It was aphotic, they said

Light proof- the sound of the bats

Deafening.

Alas, she ventured into the cave.

Eeriness was her game. Psyches and psychotics

She studied as though they were natural sciences back in her youth.

In her adulthood, she became a scientist of a different kind; an ornitologist.

She painted chiaroscuro of the cave and brilliant white sea in her minds’ eye

As she walked through the cobbled streets

She was to find the Coelacanths in the cave,

This much she was convinced about. The ancient fish. But was it a cave dweller?

Quick steps, palpitations and she arrived at the narrow cavity of the dark cave.

She paused and entered; her palms moist and her tongue arid.

Above head, the cumulonimbus clouds hang like a bad omen.

Silence was deafening.  Then the sound of hellish bats.

She screened around the cave with her torch. There was nothing to find

But her shadow cast on the moist wall.

She advanced into the cavities; her flesh bleeding from the rocks.

No signs of Coelacanths nor the fossils of them.

She turned around to leave. Needless to note the disappointment on her face.

Then she heard the flapping of wings. She turned back, the giant bird-

A falcon overheard. Bloody beak and fire eyes. It was determined to take a chunk of her flesh.

She knew; she began to run away from the monster. Though the monster was too quick for her.

It had now changed formed and turned into a psychopathic man.

She sighed a relief. After all she knew how to tame the psychopaths' game.

“Come on then, take a chunk of me!” She clenched her fist.

The orange psychopath stretched his obese arms to  grab hold her by her slender waist.

She shook him off and swiftly took a knife from her waist and stuck it in his abdomen.

A screech from the giant. "Pathetic considering your size!" She shook her head.  Oh she laughed. How she laughed as she left the cave with blood on her hand.

* unfinished story.