something something words that rhyme [joyce]
Apr 14, 2023 19:34:11 GMT -5
Post by arx!! on Apr 14, 2023 19:34:11 GMT -5
JOYCE || || || || || || || || || || || || | Wednesday 04:32 It was so purple. The sky's horizon, the moon's face, the ocean's swells. But it felt normal, nice even. It was all warm- lavender, lilac, linden blossoms and (something something lyrical words that rhyme, I don't know)- point being, it was foreign compared to here. But not bad. Pleasant. I wanted to stay. "Go home, fiend!" I didn't recognize their faces. None of my peers, none of the staff, not a Victor, or tribute, Peacekeeper, historical figure. Even the voice wasn't anything more than a generic jeer, sneer, leer. Just a spitting, splitting insult. I don't know, but I knew they had ill intentions the way they pointed daggers at me. Actually, scalpels. It was scalpels. (Apparently dissection is bothering me more than I thought?) But when I tried to tell them I didn't have a home, I could see that they weren't poised and ready to attack. Their hands were shaking. "Please, spare us." Begging for their lives. And maybe it was the way my limbs felt heavy or just the weird way dreams work, but I knew in that moment that I was supposed to kill them. That they had to die and that it was my duty to see it done. I was righteous and good, they were sinful and evil. I would do what I was told, yes, but more importantly, I would do what was right. I couldn't control my limbs because that's not how dreams work, but I woke up as I lunged at them. Not one part of dream me even hesitated. But the thing is- I don't think real, alive me would have hesitated either. And I think that's why I haven't been able to fall back asleep. |