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Feb 11, 2018 11:18:38 GMT -5
Post by D6f Carmen Cantelou [aza] on Feb 11, 2018 11:18:38 GMT -5
VESPER DAISY
I see fire, I feel ice.
Ghosts of the snow, bodies fell like a brick to concrete. Nobody could even try to catch the ones that let go because in the blink of an eye, they were sleeping lions in the cold. The survivors walk on a fine line between a minute and a lifetime, and I tread so carefully because I desperately do not want to end up lost in the dark.
But on my hands and feet, there is blood. White noise in my ear and stars in my eyes, when I kicked out towards Amelina Fournie, I did not intend for it to be fatal. I didn't want to kill anyone, not today, not when the sun has barely risen and not when there are still hopes being strung together with dreams. The essence of taking a life makes my bones feel brittle, a penetrating cold that runs to my blood and through my body -- inescapable but it makes me feel indestructible. A newfound sense of strength, and I don't know if it is right or wrong but the feeling makes me feel more alive than ever before.
But with power comes consequences. With choice comes freedom, but that freedom is stolen when it comes to consequences; I look to Stella and Finley and down at myself and count: one, two, three. The fourth is gone; Alejandro is gone and my heart skips a beat upon the realisation that he won't wake up. He becomes a body frozen in time, caught in the frost and left there by the rest to burn. Isn't it strange how a person can go from so full of life to empty? Tapped of all energy, whilst soul and person just slip out of them like a warm breath into cold air; so young, so damaged.
Something invisible snaps inside me.
Daisy chains of fear are severed, I've seen monsters, but I've got my courage.
I don't pray, I don't let myself because I need to save my prayers for peace and allow time for healing. A deep breath in and a smooth exhale, snowflakes on my tongue and it is enough to make hell freeze over. I imagine that some of the other tributes are still seeing red whilst I'm feeling blue -- emotions surging through bloodlines to crash and collide today. Even their thoughts and feelings have consequences, and the watching world can see that.
I’m tearing down my own walls and I know that if they were in my shoes, they would feel the same too. At my weakest, in times of self-doubt, I found my army were strong and that is why I am still here. Still cold, yes, but very much alive.
Movement become more stiff as the cold begins to bite; my footsteps become slow and steady, enthused with a growing sense of anxiety because – oh my god – I think I see people. My imagination is not playing up and I'm certain this isn't an illusion; maybe it’s just an innocent case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time.
I can already smell the disaster. I can't tell if it is the leftover scent of the bloodbath or whether this ground reeks an odd scent of chaos. It wouldn't surprise me, blood has been spilled all around. What did Teddy Ursa think when this was his reality? Did he dream five times about this before, was it a nightmare that he lived, breathed, felt and walked the walls of? A shadow avoiding the light – no, I need to be me – for myself and for my family.
Bombs in a battlefield: we are shifting, ticking in time with heartbeats waiting for a signal to explode. A team together, security, serenity; I hold my head high and keep my chin up.
The force of destiny guides me. In their faces, our feelings are reflected right back at us. I blink, eyes wide shut.
"Chapter one: eyes talk." I say under my breath. I listen, I learn.
Ghosts of the snow, bodies fell like a brick to concrete. Nobody could even try to catch the ones that let go because in the blink of an eye, they were sleeping lions in the cold. The survivors walk on a fine line between a minute and a lifetime, and I tread so carefully because I desperately do not want to end up lost in the dark.
But on my hands and feet, there is blood. White noise in my ear and stars in my eyes, when I kicked out towards Amelina Fournie, I did not intend for it to be fatal. I didn't want to kill anyone, not today, not when the sun has barely risen and not when there are still hopes being strung together with dreams. The essence of taking a life makes my bones feel brittle, a penetrating cold that runs to my blood and through my body -- inescapable but it makes me feel indestructible. A newfound sense of strength, and I don't know if it is right or wrong but the feeling makes me feel more alive than ever before.
But with power comes consequences. With choice comes freedom, but that freedom is stolen when it comes to consequences; I look to Stella and Finley and down at myself and count: one, two, three. The fourth is gone; Alejandro is gone and my heart skips a beat upon the realisation that he won't wake up. He becomes a body frozen in time, caught in the frost and left there by the rest to burn. Isn't it strange how a person can go from so full of life to empty? Tapped of all energy, whilst soul and person just slip out of them like a warm breath into cold air; so young, so damaged.
Something invisible snaps inside me.
Daisy chains of fear are severed, I've seen monsters, but I've got my courage.
I don't pray, I don't let myself because I need to save my prayers for peace and allow time for healing. A deep breath in and a smooth exhale, snowflakes on my tongue and it is enough to make hell freeze over. I imagine that some of the other tributes are still seeing red whilst I'm feeling blue -- emotions surging through bloodlines to crash and collide today. Even their thoughts and feelings have consequences, and the watching world can see that.
I’m tearing down my own walls and I know that if they were in my shoes, they would feel the same too. At my weakest, in times of self-doubt, I found my army were strong and that is why I am still here. Still cold, yes, but very much alive.
Movement become more stiff as the cold begins to bite; my footsteps become slow and steady, enthused with a growing sense of anxiety because – oh my god – I think I see people. My imagination is not playing up and I'm certain this isn't an illusion; maybe it’s just an innocent case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time.
I can already smell the disaster. I can't tell if it is the leftover scent of the bloodbath or whether this ground reeks an odd scent of chaos. It wouldn't surprise me, blood has been spilled all around. What did Teddy Ursa think when this was his reality? Did he dream five times about this before, was it a nightmare that he lived, breathed, felt and walked the walls of? A shadow avoiding the light – no, I need to be me – for myself and for my family.
Bombs in a battlefield: we are shifting, ticking in time with heartbeats waiting for a signal to explode. A team together, security, serenity; I hold my head high and keep my chin up.
The force of destiny guides me. In their faces, our feelings are reflected right back at us. I blink, eyes wide shut.
"Chapter one: eyes talk." I say under my breath. I listen, I learn.
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