Tell me your dreams again, he said. So I did………………………………………
In my dreams are claws that shred skin and draw blood. Shadows long that grow with each stride and dark mists that hide the sun.
Last night I had a vision of him, oceans away.
The sky was varying shades of red, the river between us a black swirling, boiling mass of mystery beckoning.
My feet tasted glass, and my skin felt as though recently dipped in boiling oil.
When I looked at my chest, a gaping hole stared back.
He held my beating heart in his hands ready to crush it.
Beside me a caged nightingale moaned her freedom;
And lightning and thunder crackled and rumbled above us.
He lifted my crux, ready to cast it into the sea.
I fell on my knees, my life force slowly slipping away as he squeezed the life out of my faintly beating heart, oblivious to my outstretched hand.
His eyes I could not see, as the mist thickened and wove its web about me tighter with each tick of the clock.
Soon enough I was hanging by the thread of the mist, suspended in the maze, in a daze.
As consciousness deserted me, I heard footsteps and opened my eyes certain help had found me.
In the face that looked a little like the Angel Gabriel.
But he flew over me to the other side and together they ripped my heart in two; each now holding me captive.
I closed my eyes, ready to die. In spite of my white flag.
But a flicker of light, a torch; came on, and I thought maybe there’s still a way out of this hell.