broken { h o p e } day 3; speakers
Mar 30, 2017 16:18:09 GMT -5
Post by pup on Mar 30, 2017 16:18:09 GMT -5
i had a dream that i could fly
past the moon and across the sky
past the moon and across the sky
eva hope
I alight on an angel's wings, soaring far away from the herd of creatures slowing their chase, appeased with the blood smearing their feet. Like a bird I fly like a coward away from the fear and torment behind me. I leave the images of gore in a land far, far away, and I hope that I never need to see it again.
Reality is a cruel thing, however, and I know that no matter how much I wish and hope I will see the red staining the ground over and over and over until finally I see the last specks of red dotting the forest floor. Mine.
I am like a dove, flying away from terror.
Death is like a hawk, a bird of prey, flying ever nearer and nearer.
I am it's prey.
Lucas is it's prey.
Riven is it's prey.
Wylla is it's prey.
I cannot bear to see another girl snatched away from life like a match being struck then blown out by a gust of wind.
I bend down, taking out another crayon, a bright red one to blend it with the glowing red tapestry of moss near me. I sketch out on a tree near that moss the grooves, ridges, and arches of arrows notched in a crossbow, all in a perfect line. I draw the handle, intertwined with the tree, and as it begins to coalesce, I take out my next crayon.
This crayon is a bright green crayon, reminding me of Lily's eyes from long ago. The flash in my memory reminds me of why I am fighting. I begin to sketch out the rope, making it loop down the base of the tree and onto the ground near me.
Just like yesterday, my weapon had melted into a pool of wax, rendering it unusable before I got a chance to even use it, so I take the softly colored crayon, similar to pants in the clothes factory I toiled in every day. Then I gently sketch onto the ground the handle of an axe, similar to what I saw in the training center. The sharp edge I draw in a single loop to finish it off.
Then I stand, I hear the footsteps in the woods of my allies, or what I hope to be my allies, drawing ever closer.
"Wylla? Lucas? Riven?" I whisper towards the sounds of the rustling, hoping against all hope that it isn't another creature who has come to stomp on me and blow out my candle.
What a cruel twist of fate that would be. Just when I thought I was safe.
Just like Lily when she thought she was safe, sending the crown on the wings of a bird to be delivered near by.
Just like Paige when she thought she was safe, communing with the little rabbit nestled in the palm of her hand.
Maybe third time's not the charm.
And then again, maybe it is.
[using camo on eva]
[uses jazzberry jam to create crossbow and arrows]
[uses maximum green to make a rope]
[uses denim crayon to make axe]
[eats bread+butterfly]
[drinks water from tea tree re]
Reality is a cruel thing, however, and I know that no matter how much I wish and hope I will see the red staining the ground over and over and over until finally I see the last specks of red dotting the forest floor. Mine.
I am like a dove, flying away from terror.
Death is like a hawk, a bird of prey, flying ever nearer and nearer.
I am it's prey.
Lucas is it's prey.
Riven is it's prey.
Wylla is it's prey.
I cannot bear to see another girl snatched away from life like a match being struck then blown out by a gust of wind.
I bend down, taking out another crayon, a bright red one to blend it with the glowing red tapestry of moss near me. I sketch out on a tree near that moss the grooves, ridges, and arches of arrows notched in a crossbow, all in a perfect line. I draw the handle, intertwined with the tree, and as it begins to coalesce, I take out my next crayon.
This crayon is a bright green crayon, reminding me of Lily's eyes from long ago. The flash in my memory reminds me of why I am fighting. I begin to sketch out the rope, making it loop down the base of the tree and onto the ground near me.
Just like yesterday, my weapon had melted into a pool of wax, rendering it unusable before I got a chance to even use it, so I take the softly colored crayon, similar to pants in the clothes factory I toiled in every day. Then I gently sketch onto the ground the handle of an axe, similar to what I saw in the training center. The sharp edge I draw in a single loop to finish it off.
Then I stand, I hear the footsteps in the woods of my allies, or what I hope to be my allies, drawing ever closer.
"Wylla? Lucas? Riven?" I whisper towards the sounds of the rustling, hoping against all hope that it isn't another creature who has come to stomp on me and blow out my candle.
What a cruel twist of fate that would be. Just when I thought I was safe.
Just like Lily when she thought she was safe, sending the crown on the wings of a bird to be delivered near by.
Just like Paige when she thought she was safe, communing with the little rabbit nestled in the palm of her hand.
Maybe third time's not the charm.
And then again, maybe it is.
[using camo on eva]
[uses jazzberry jam to create crossbow and arrows]
[uses maximum green to make a rope]
[uses denim crayon to make axe]
[eats bread+butterfly]
[drinks water from tea tree re]