Jan 27, 2014

Twisted

7/1/13
if only for one night,


It follows me everywhere, the trees have come into my home, the ivy creeps across the wallpaper to brush against me at night, my feet are blackened by dirt and hands scratched by the roots.  I cannot escape it, I am driven to the depths of despair by this relentless onslaught, never a moment of peace.  I cannot leave the house for fear of even the slightest breath of wind stirring their life blood.  I have taken what refuge I can yet even that is not enough, they yearn and follow until I find myself trapped in isolation, nothing but a crazed nature of wilderness surrounding me for miles, this cold stone of my likely tomb the only comfort.  The only thing that keeps them away at night are my tears.

I tried to keep them out, imprisoned myself in this tomb, and yet they prevail, they grow beneath me, uprooting my tower from its foundations until I fear its collapse is imminent.  Are they so deranged as to risk my life to reach me?

I pray every waking second for someone to show me an end to this plight, to avail me of this curse.  I would beg of even a minute of human contact, an embrace of something more than living, to hear a voice...

I cannot wait any longer, they cannot take me, I am my own and I wish it to end.  The tower is beyond its strength to uphold, I will fall from its warped lean at sun-up and crash below to lay one last time in the light.  My only hope is someone will find my broken body in time and not leave it to these monsters.  At least they will never have my soul.

Gizelle wiped the tears from her chin before they could fall to the parchment and stain her last words.  Folding it tightly and sealing it with a last desperate kiss she watched it flutter from her window, the hope of discovery such an aching pain that it wrought her heart and brought more silent tears from her eyes.  Sinking to the crooked stone she lay back against the tilted wall and watched a skeletal tree scratch against the ceiling.  It had surrendered its greenery just to be closer to her, soon it would pay the price and rot, but she could tell it had been a price worth paying, and it chilled her with that ever present fear that had never dulled over the years.

She thought of the night she had felt she were free, she had run, run until nothing was familiar, not even the sky.  Through the darkness she had found this tower, what was left of something older and climbed a stunted tree to reach its peak.  Yet it all followed and soon even the fauna around her began to turn, that tree a constant reminder of the damage this curse had caused.

She was a seed being suffocated by the giants around her.

the power of a note,
there is hope yet.
from sjp

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