The Blood Red Candle
I am walking towards a flame, I feel sad, and angry, though I don’t know why
I smell burning bodies, and dank decaying wood, as I walk towards the flame.
My feet feel like I’ve been walking for an eternity, and my hands are rough with calluses from the coarse walls of this tunnel as I try and stay up right.
My head is throbbing with so much pain, I feel as if I am no longer attached to my body, all I can see is a flame, single and taunting.
My body goes numb, I am now completely rigid, my stomach is twisting, my blood draining, my face is white, my skin cold and clammy.
I am walking down a tunnel, I am walking towards a flame, I just keep walking, the tunnel feels endless, I may never get to my destination, I may never reach the flame.
My spine feels as if there are scratches up and down it, my chest feels like it’s breaking, my breathing is shallow and raspy. The farther I walk towards the flame, so mesmerizing yet haunting, the more I feel I am leaving something behind.
I am almost at the flame, I see shadows from the candle light dancing on the walls, the earthen floor pulls at my feet, trying to stop me, but I can’t, I have to keep going. My mind nags at me, my own mind is fighting with me, begging me to turn back. I don’t listen, which turns out to be my fatal mistake, my body feels as if it’s slowly melting, my mind is so bent like these tunnels, that it feels detached from me. I walk along, the rough reddish floor, tired and angry, why am I not there yet, I want to be at the room where the flame is. My body won’t let me, now I am outraged, I drop to the floor, my stomach is convulsing, my heart has coagulated, I have to go on. I crawl on my hands and knees, my feet no longer working, my fingernails breaking, the palms of my hands are scraped up and bleeding. I don’t care, I have to make it to the flame, I don’t know why, but it’s important. I am three feet away, my vision is blurry, I see the candle.
The blood red candle. Realization takes over making my heart beat quicken, what kind of place is this, I shouldn’t be here. I go to back up, but am blocked by a solid brick wall, I kneel banging, and kicking on the wall, it won’t move. I’m trapped. The candle, the shadows, the little dancing flame all seemed so welcoming. But I was wrong, I was in a horrible place, a dying place, I was going to die. All because of a blood red candle. I closed my eyes, hoping that this was all a dream. It wasn’t. I opened my eyes, six feet away, next to the the candle was a tall figure cloaked in red silk, I could not see the face of this being, all I could see were cloven hooves. I shielded my eyes as a searing hot mist, engulfed me, taking all the breath out of me, I felt as if I was in a fire, the tongues of red, yellow and orange flames, eating away at me, feeding off of me, I couldn’t get free. The more I fought, the more unbearable the pain was, my body was being devoured within the dry walls of this room, and I was leaving behind my life, and I would never be free, for I, was in Hell.
The Blood Red Candle by, Rachael Facteau 2012