2003

breathe in

so i was wandering around and i found this online... where i will not tell you because i know there are people that read this that will get a little angry about where exactly i found it. anyway, this another glimpse into the whole world, even though its sort of old.

ventilate (FICTION)

there was a bright spot on the horizon as the blood fell down his brow and colored the grey around him beautiful shades of brown and crimson. and then he realized she was dead. her eyes still smiled at him, just as they had a hundred times, and her lips still begged him to lean into them and let them envelope him and enrapture him with their touch. but her skin was so white. and then there was the knife.

"it always comes down to this, doesn't it jason," a voice says, booming behind him as the voices of gods and devils often do in dreams. "down to you and me and this last horizon, the final stage for the first act of this tiresome drama." the voice seemed to come closer, and then behind and then in front yet never quite in view.

"i have never done this before. i don't know what you are talking about. this is not me. i have not done anything wrong."and with the words a flash of light, fading into lush greens and blues swirling on every inner and outer horizon. flowers emerge from everywhere smelling sweet of lilacs and orchids. trees with brilliant greens and slightest blues rise above, a sweet mist falling down from their velvet canopy. and in the distance, he comes.

"you really don't remember me do you?" he says walking lightly forward. his steps are slow and methodic, his pace even and steady. "i bet you do not even remember her. do you boy? what is her name?"

he doesn't speak. he doesn't remember.

"won't boy. you won't remember. you can do anything you want and have always been able to. that is why you don't know me. you've already killed me boy. that's why we're here." he says amused. he steps out from the shadow and he sees the scars on his face, criscrossed and beautiful in the dappled light from the trees. a true work of art. transmorgrification. that is what he called it when he did it.

and her remembers.

"gabriel, it has been a while."

and her skin was so white.

and they are all beautiful.