bambi grey | seven . fin . cb

you're painted by the midnight sky. moonlight rays grazing your sun kissed skin.

( " bambi grey, get your ass here right now! " )

a flinch, but you twirl in the empty room. mother's voice rings in your ear, but you push out the dark memories.

( a scream echoes out, gunshot. bang. a body falls. )

a tear slips down your face as you cartwheel down the marble floor. you don't let it hinder your practice. a hand rips your arm back, you turn and the ghost of a woman stares into your ocean eyes. a gasp, and her shadow fades away. you can't escape the cell mother has imprisoned you in, even after her death. you pound against the imaginary stone walls, a cry slips from your lips.

" no one can help you here. " mother tells you. and then the dreams slip away.

you lay on the marble tile, tear stained face and dripping mascara. papa and his new wife make them self known from upstairs, and this only fuels the tears the flow. you lick up the rivers the make their way down your skin, it's saltiness tingling your tongue.

you jump. you flip. you twist. you split. but none of it distracts you from the lucid dreams. instead your drink. your drink the dreams away until your eyes fade to black.

but mother is still with you.