welcome to your nightmares {DO}
Jun 7, 2018 16:22:46 GMT -5
Post by Arrows on Jun 7, 2018 16:22:46 GMT -5
The sky shatters. Songs of suffering spill forth from cracking clouds while winds whip across my skin. Bodies break beneath tumbling trees as shouts of sorrow swarm the chaotic symphony. A lone raven takes flight from a burning branch calling towards the coming of its master. A frenzied flocked of death bringers joins their lone leader diving towards my sinking spirit. Talons tear flesh until rivers of red begin bursting from the surface of my skin. The last lingering touch of lightning is concealed in feathered darkness as my stretching scream in suddenly silenced. I feel myself fall into the darkness of the swarm death reaching for me, reaching for me, reaching for...
Cold compresses my face sending sudden shock splitting through my spine. Sweat spills onto the tiled floor I now find myself fallen onto. Gasps grip my bent body as shakes shudder across my skin. The reflection of a girl stunned into absolute fear finds my eyes in the tiles of the floor. She is weak. She is scared of the coming days of devastation. She feels powerless. She is me.
Bringing myself off of the scene of my fall, light illuminates the room at a finger's flick. Stars still sit shining in the sky as morning is only just beginning to merge colors into the dark expanse of space. My fingers fall against the glass of a window and for the first time tears trickle down my swollen cheeks. For the first time my mind crumbles around a terrible truth.
I don't want to die.
Movement brings my body into a simple shirt and simple sweats of similar grays. I leave my room quickly forcing the water falling from my eyes to cease its downpour. Surrounded by the electrical hum of the elevator my forehead presses to the cold of a wall. How many tributes have come into this elevator knowing, just as I knows, that only in a matter of moments death would soon be calling for their attention? The thought turns my stomach bringing more water to the verge of breaking the dams I have built.
On the lowest level of the center I find peace by a window to the main streets. Outside lights of breathtaking colors curl and fill the dark sky with warmth and wonder. Here by this window I can focus on present instead of the future. Here by this window I don't feel as lost without my flock by my side. Here by this window I escape the knowledge of knowing what happens to a bird when its wings are clipped.
