Madness — Locura

Francisco Martínez
1 min readApr 14, 2023

Madness

Deformed monsters accompany me, spiders on the back of huge toads trying to reach my cheeks, pale, bony. I rebel against that. Desperately I kneel and cover my face with my hands. The toads go through the meat, the tendons, and the bones, and take over my face. I want to scream, but only laughter and praise to the dark come from my throat. From my arms hang stony excrescences that do not decide to abandon them, and my eyes linger on being distracted witnesses of how spiders devour the interior of my bones.

Locura

Monstruos deformes me acompañan, arañas a lomos de sapos enormes tratan de llegar a mis mejillas, pálidas, huesudas. Me rebelo. Con desesperación me arrodillo y me tapo la cara con las manos. Los sapos atraviesan la carne, los tendones, los huesos y se adueñan de mi cara. Quiero gritar, pero de mi garganta solo salen risas y alabanzas a lo oscuro. De mis brazos cuelgan pétreas excrecencias que no se deciden a abandonarlos, y mis ojos se entretienen en ser testigos distraídos de cómo las arañas devoran el interior de mis huesos.

Originally published at https://minutorelatos.blogspot.com.

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Francisco Martínez

Telecom engineer. International Relations, Translations.