09-28-2018, 07:29 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-28-2018, 07:30 PM by Rey.
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<link href="https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Cinzel+Decorative:900|Norican" rel="stylesheet"><style type="text/css">.ray6_container {position: relative;z-index: 1;width: 500px;padding: 15px;background: #fff url("https://i.pinimg.com/564x/bd/73/e9/bd73e96a3d62011f24104102516c3b98.jpg");border: 2px solid #332525;box-shadow: 0 0 2em #332525;}.ray6_container p {margin: 0;}.ray6_image {border: none;}.ray6_message {text-align: justify;font: 12px 'Times New Roman', serif;padding: 15px 20px;color: #654949;background: #332525;}.ray6_name {position: absolute; z-index: 3;text-align: center;font: 50px 'Cinzel Decorative', cursive;color: rgba(156, 119, 119, 0.67);padding: 0;width: 200px;top: 390px;left: 170px;border-bottom: 2px solid #654949;}.ray6_quote {text-align: center;font: 16px 'Norican', cursive;color: #9c7777;background: #332525;padding: 10px;}</style><center><div class="ray6_container"><p class="ray6_name">Rey</p><img class="ray6_image" src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/c774f5060fb8971e25f539b442f6f4dd/tumblr_pegg9wsvEQ1smku65o1_540.jpg"><p class="ray6_message">I could feel the skin of my heart bend beneath the weight of foreign rock and dirt; it beat but when it did, I could only feel those two little bumps pushing back. What use was closing my eyes against the jade glow, even though I did? My body seemed to thrum in time to it, part myself and part Pangea. I wondered many things, only silent and studious, feeling my dark mane brush sweetly over unseen cheeks while the sound of anger and fresh agony began to pipe up on all sides. And my heart continued to
<i>beat. And beat. And beat.</i>
The drowned place was sick, or so <i>He</i> said. I could understand that. I considered myself pretty sick too. Some of the horses beside me had enough courage to defy, and I couldn’t seem to unfold the legs beneath my slender, still belly. A question came to mind: who was really supporting who, when the notion of us giving more flesh and blood arose. As of that moment, I could only say that I still choked down water because somehow, she’d been keeping <i>me</i> from expiring. But I suppose some need more than others, and that’s what love, the meaning of life, and sacrifice are all about, correct?
<i>That God seemed to think so.</i>
<b>“Auh!-“</b> I managed to gasp suddenly, the heart groaning, my spine locking and jerking me into a tight, tense coil. I couldn’t control how my jaw popped up, or the way it clacked my teeth together sharply and wrenched my eyelids open terribly wide. I could only tell you that I felt a pain unknown, and in that instant, my life shuddered to a standstill.
Only for a moment could I remember regaining some measure of control, and my gaze was the only free thing to move so it landed on a smoky black mare and noticed with alarming clarity how shockingly blue her lovely facial marking was.
Then the real torture came.
<i>“Why have I lost myself?”</i> I thought, as my bent forelegs were flung apart by an invisible hand. The simultaneous feeling of being inside yourself and yet, outside of yourself was never clearer before then, as I convulsed and the objects began to reverse. <i>“Wha-“</i> My thoughts had gone, right before I’d felt the roots of my wings <i>snap</i> free from their moorings inside my muscle. Just roots, being pulled loose from the earth of my flesh by still another invisible fist. The stone and silt inched outward, and the tendrils of my natural-born traits went happily with them.
<b>”DEAR GOOOOOOOD!!”</b> I know I screamed, rocking as if struck with a seizure. What had once been a second of time was now eternity and every new second of <i>that</i> fresh hell was spent in excruciating awareness. They dragged by, not unlike the rock and dirt that bored itself free, or my clear wings which suddenly pulled away from my skin trailing stretched knots and strings of my shoulder tissue.
Two perfectly round baubles exploded then from my chest, spraying cloudish, rose-colored blood in their wake and I was choked into silence, achingly numb in the glow. I was nothing, anymore. Not alive, not dead. Just <i>nothing</i> that saw Pangea’s gleam swallow at first some smallish beads, and then a pair of wings feather by feather, before it consumed all consciousness within its brilliant, beaming light.
.
.
.
I awoke as nothing. Laid flat inside of a body that felt nothing and saw calm, dark waves lapse over a black shore. Nothing was <i>real</i>, and it was all I had ever been.</p><p class="ray6_quote">Wanna step to me better think twice<br>I might look pretty but I'm not that nice</p></div></center>
<i>beat. And beat. And beat.</i>
The drowned place was sick, or so <i>He</i> said. I could understand that. I considered myself pretty sick too. Some of the horses beside me had enough courage to defy, and I couldn’t seem to unfold the legs beneath my slender, still belly. A question came to mind: who was really supporting who, when the notion of us giving more flesh and blood arose. As of that moment, I could only say that I still choked down water because somehow, she’d been keeping <i>me</i> from expiring. But I suppose some need more than others, and that’s what love, the meaning of life, and sacrifice are all about, correct?
<i>That God seemed to think so.</i>
<b>“Auh!-“</b> I managed to gasp suddenly, the heart groaning, my spine locking and jerking me into a tight, tense coil. I couldn’t control how my jaw popped up, or the way it clacked my teeth together sharply and wrenched my eyelids open terribly wide. I could only tell you that I felt a pain unknown, and in that instant, my life shuddered to a standstill.
Only for a moment could I remember regaining some measure of control, and my gaze was the only free thing to move so it landed on a smoky black mare and noticed with alarming clarity how shockingly blue her lovely facial marking was.
Then the real torture came.
<i>“Why have I lost myself?”</i> I thought, as my bent forelegs were flung apart by an invisible hand. The simultaneous feeling of being inside yourself and yet, outside of yourself was never clearer before then, as I convulsed and the objects began to reverse. <i>“Wha-“</i> My thoughts had gone, right before I’d felt the roots of my wings <i>snap</i> free from their moorings inside my muscle. Just roots, being pulled loose from the earth of my flesh by still another invisible fist. The stone and silt inched outward, and the tendrils of my natural-born traits went happily with them.
<b>”DEAR GOOOOOOOD!!”</b> I know I screamed, rocking as if struck with a seizure. What had once been a second of time was now eternity and every new second of <i>that</i> fresh hell was spent in excruciating awareness. They dragged by, not unlike the rock and dirt that bored itself free, or my clear wings which suddenly pulled away from my skin trailing stretched knots and strings of my shoulder tissue.
Two perfectly round baubles exploded then from my chest, spraying cloudish, rose-colored blood in their wake and I was choked into silence, achingly numb in the glow. I was nothing, anymore. Not alive, not dead. Just <i>nothing</i> that saw Pangea’s gleam swallow at first some smallish beads, and then a pair of wings feather by feather, before it consumed all consciousness within its brilliant, beaming light.
.
.
.
I awoke as nothing. Laid flat inside of a body that felt nothing and saw calm, dark waves lapse over a black shore. Nothing was <i>real</i>, and it was all I had ever been.</p><p class="ray6_quote">Wanna step to me better think twice<br>I might look pretty but I'm not that nice</p></div></center>