Fireworks

Chapter 6 Any moment now.  His hand’s gone numb. He can barely feel the blood either. He wonders briefly if this is what mother felt like.   Lights. In the sky. So loud. Bright.  But he can’t hear. Can barely even see. The glow hurts him.  When sleep comes, he’s not ready for it. Belatedly, he … Continue reading Fireworks

Fireworks

Chapter 5 He didn't see Misha for a week after.  At least he tried. He really tried. But Misha is a lot like the weather. Like rain on a summer evening when you’ve left your umbrella, sitting cozily in its rack, at home. Perhaps the sultry heat that works its way under the flimsy cotton … Continue reading Fireworks

Fireworks

Chapter 4 “Vanya…” He’s drunk. Its 2 am here, cold and twinkling and bleak, and he’s drunk himself silly. And awake. He’s so drunk he can’t sleep. Isn’t that funny? He giggles to himself a little. His mask hasn’t slipped an inch. Its still as perfectly in place as it always is. A perfect fit. … Continue reading Fireworks

Fireworks

Chapter 3 “There’s a new noodle place round the corner. Do you want to grab lunch?” “I’ve got a late shift…” “I’ll wait for you.” “I…” “Cool. See you later, Vanya.” Misha's gone like he was never there. Leaving him standing there, befuddled. Befuddled, but not unhappy. He’s very swift that way, Misha. Talks like … Continue reading Fireworks

BLURRY lines

It's raining hard black and blue. Thousands of whips on my back. Can you hear the sound? Swish and slash.  Deafening in the silence. As I keep my mouth shut.  Hot tears roll down my cheeks.  But not a scream to be heard. - Lilith

Carnage.

Dancing on carnage.  Flames rise, smoke and charcoal. Laughing loud. Twirling around on corpses. The castle crumbled around me. Just me and my violin. Drowning in my sins. As the sky falls apart. Carcassed filled battlefield. Rats all around. As I killed 30 men with my own hand. Until one hit me and all was … Continue reading Carnage.