![]() dead.A Story by Faith Storm clouds
cluttered above the death of twilight, glowering with downcast eyes, without
emotion or intent. They seemed to loiter there, in the sky above, as pointless
as a candle without a wick, simply an annoyance to the already irritated
atmosphere. They certainly
were an irritant to me, laying here, basking beneath the slate colored sky,
alone and as vacant inside as the sky was of blue. I came here often, to the
graveyard, to think, to ponder, to dream. My dreams had
died a long time ago and with the approach of the autumn, they seemed even
farther away, dying like the leaves of summer and as easily swept aside by
others. It was I that gathered their fragmented bodies close and beseeched them
to live. Still, the heart monitor wailed. Death was
inevitable for all things, including dreams, as non-substantial as they were.
It was the laws of physics that administered the final blow. Things were
unobtainable, distant, and pointless. The reality of adulthood, the need for
financial gain, the pressure for normality an ever-present force to crush ones
dreams, ones desires, ones fervor for life. I lay here in
the dying summer grass, stretched beneath the hoary sky, contemplating the possibilities,
twirling the blade between my fingers, my veins pulsating with anticipation. It was ironic
that I come here, to the graveyard, to lay on the metaphysical corpse that was
my dreams, feeding them my life while I dwindled to nothing. Perhaps they could
manifest without me, perhaps they could find the strength within to grow
vibrant from my end. If so, then perhaps my life (and death) had not been a
total waste. “Shhhh… Not
long now.” I whispered, stroking my throbbing vein, the blade rasping as
tenderly as a lover’s tongue, so sweet, so satisfying. Blood, scarlet and
hot, bubbled to the surface, streaming down my arms like tears. These crimson
tears fell, soaking into the soil like rain, like sorrow. Perhaps someone was
sad, perhaps someone was crying, but I doubted it. I didn’t care. I smiled. “Not long now…”
I whispered once more, bathing in the warmth of the blood, in the birth of my
dreams, waiting for my body to die. It didn’t take
long… I was floating away in the velvet darkness, watching my dreams rise from
the grave and drink my blood… Drink my life… And somewhere, in the rim of the
shadows, someone was screaming… For me? No. It was too late… I had died long
ago… Inside… Now my body and mine were one… Dead… Free. © 2015 Faith |
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