a bright bleached light hit me, Burt my eyes to my very sockets. for a moment, I couldn't tell whether they were open or shut.
And then that white, that blinding white faded to soft colours, dancing around my head, dancing softly in front of my eyes.
And then those soft colours turned sharp.
a room. a sharp, sharply coloured room in electric pinks and metallic grays and more colours that hurt my eyes looking at them too long.
and then there were the other coulors, green and white bodies with red hair and bright bandanas on the green bodies, moving, the greenly shaped bodies slicing through the whitely clothed… girls.
Slaughter
a word popped into my mind, as did my hands felt the coldness of the floor that shone my refection.
A face flecked with freckles, cool and pale as ice, wide blue eyes stared back at me,
And red hair, an image of amber leaves floating to the decaying grass and rich dirt ground filled my vision for a second, before I saw myself dressed in white. White like the clothes on the girl who lay too still sprouting a small weak fountain of black sludge from her abdomen a few meters from where I was crouching.
Then just like that, a body crashed into me, my own smashing against the impenetrable metal, wall, and something.. pain pounded, seeped in through my head, as the poison of pain steadily seeped through.
Something animal erupted from my mouth, from my pain, lost in the shrieks of the other bodies, dancing and killing, a dance of death before my vision clouded, the shapes become soft ones once again, darkening, darkening until everything turned to black.
And that's when I opened my eyes once more.
Memoires
Wellington boots, cold, silk threads of rain, my father dancing, my mother laughing,
My mother gone one day my dad crying the next,
Laughing and snow as pure and cold and thick, a slay red as blood, and father laughing again and again and my friend with dark thin hair and a light bennie smiling a crocked smile,
School, people pushing and snarling and yelling and grinning and work, and long nights spend in the dark a single dirty yellow light cast open mountains of lined paper and yellowed textbooks,
And then my father taken too.
And green-turtles, the ones that hurt me-no, that were the ones that helped me-
and more and more memories, everything, everything, coming in tilde waves filling, drowning my mind in memories, a spill of emotions erupting out of me, but they would not stop.
I begged them to stop and begged them to not,
Until I fell into a black abyss once more.
