Sunday, January 31, 2021

Captive Audience

 It was never your plan for things to end this way. But here I am, trapped on the wrong side of the glass. The story you plotted was one of revenge for past wrongs. But you were the only one who ever saw the script. So here I sit, watching the stories you choose to tell me. Heroes and villains all of your creation. How much of it is real? 

Your doubled self tries to ease the pain of my shattered existence with the illusion of choice. You made the choices for all of us long ago. But I allow myself to embrace the illusion knowing deep down that I'll never truly be a part of the story. 

I was trapped from the beginning. Never anything more than your captive audience.

Tuesday, January 19, 2021

Thursday, January 7, 2021

A Dream of The Void

    Last night I dreamed I woke up cradled in Void. It was an emptiness full of living blackness, there and not there simultaneously. The weight of it cocooned my body from feet to shoulders, suspending me and hold me down at the same time. Velvety soft tendrils of nothingness had wrapped themselves across my eyes and mouth leaving me blind and dumb in a realm of vibrant darkness and deafening silence.

    My mind was slow to register all of these things, stumbling from thought to thought like a man awakening from anesthesia. Strange sensations left feathery touches at the edges of my consciousness unrelated to any sense defined by science. It soothed and repulsed me at the same time. Surrounded by contradiction without context I began to panic.

    I tried to lift my head, to slide it from beneath the tendrils of nothingness, but could not. There was steely strength sheathed by that velvet touch. A muffled whimper of fear escaped my lips and it felt like the Void chuckled; it rippled through the blackness folded against my body. My limbs moved leadenly to push it away, only for it to press closer around me, leaving me just enough space to wiggle ineffectually within its grasp. I felt the Void chuckle again as I fought to move, to speak, to see.

    As I fought feebly against the darkness I became aware that I was no longer alone within the Void. Warm fingers slid gently through my hair, startling me into stillness, before gliding their knuckles down the side of my face and across my cheek. The touch lingered for a moment then disappeared. Though I couldn't see I could tell that whoever it was had moved on through the Void, seemingly unhindered by it. I tried to call out to them, desperate for company, for contact, for normalcy, the sound was stifled once more by the blackness covering my mouth.

    I heard a man chuckle lowly in my mind. His voice was deep and smooth and comforting but held a wicked edge. "I think that's enough for now," he said, "Wouldn't want to break you so soon." His voice all but purred in my mind sending electric chills dancing up and down my spine, and I trembled at the sensation. My reaction drew another mirthless laugh from him. "I knew I chose well when I picked you. We're going to have so much fun together." His words echoed darkly within my mind as I felt myself dropping through the Void.