A Midsummer Night's Dream

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I'm waiting for Him near the door. Seconds stretch through my veins and blood straight to my heart. I can feel it beating the alarm. ONE. ONE. ONE. ONE....

Submitted: July 25, 2016

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I'm waiting for Him near the door. Seconds stretch through my veins and blood straight to my heart. I can feel it beating the alarm. ONE. ONE. ONE. ONE.

Finally, He runs up to me, pulls me by the sleeve, and then stares into my eyes. His body shivers, I hear sobs, I see snowflakes rolling out of his green eyes. He's completely defenseless. He's trying to say something, but he’s got no voice. I can only read it in his eyes. Slowly. H-e-l-p. S-a-v-e me. Help. Save me. Help. Save me. Help.

I touch the fiery door handle and open it quickly. The fire light flows to us. I think I know what to do. Somehow I am the only one to know. The boy is trembling, but I continue to push him. When the flame almost burnt us we pass it through. We do not feel the heat, we do not feel the burn, we do not feel the pain.

Hell opens to us: lava, fire, smell of sulfur and endless screams. Boy is trying to walk faster and falls to the ground. I take him in my arms. My legs are entangled with vine which looks like a barbed wire. I feel the blood running down my legs. More and more, flooding all around without stopping

Shadows detach from walls. They look like typical spies from the 50's black and white films. Mannequins without faces wearing black suits and fedora hats. They hunt us. I feel the fear. I turn my steps into a run. The flame burns my face I feel my skin burning, exposing my skull. The boy is crying, but he's still silent. I know that I have to run. Higher. Get out of here. Higher! Higher! Run away. Not just for my, but for His sake. He deserves much more than I do.

We see a spiral staircase leading to the top of an incredibly high old tower. I strike his head, screaming:

- Run! Run!

Shadows surround me. I feel the claws on my charred face and body. I fight them off. Fire devours me. I blaze like a torch. Pure light. I keep pulling them off and fighting back. I scream, and my scream becomes a wild laughter. It bounces off the walls and causes the flame to dance more furious than usual. I fall down and shadows break my body to pieces. In a very last moment I look at the top of the tower but instead of a boy I see a bird. The giant blue bird. Wings are like the sky. Pure blue. How beautiful she is. When it seems that I will never see anything again I open my eyes. So close that I can touch it. Look how beautiful her eyes are.

I'm the last smoldering ember. I want them to look at me. I wish I can feel her eyes on me till the very end.

 

-Wake up.

 

july, 2016


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