Her-story
I can still feel it, the spear which stabbed me to the core. It's been years since it was pulled, but the ghost remains... scarred and painful.
I was giddy, they say, while I was healing. I don't remember much from those fevered days... and nights.
But today, today I feel it. Sliding into me, past my skin, between my innards... and I scream, my agony renewed.
Is this a dream from which I can... will wake? Or has this hell descended upon me again, waiting to bring me down into the depths of longing and insanity?
The cold hard head and the firm wooden shaft... a gateway towards my doom. I refuse Death but he is patient. I cannot escape this enduring torment. I scream again, panting from the effort. I can feel the slick fluid leaving my body. I shutter, my energy spent.
This spear cuts me to the core... yet I claw at reality, shredding the last bits of fabric, the last threads of my sanity.
Against this foe, I stand alone and fall before the night is through... only to wake alone, in my bed, my resolve renewed.
I was giddy, they say, while I was healing. I don't remember much from those fevered days... and nights.
But today, today I feel it. Sliding into me, past my skin, between my innards... and I scream, my agony renewed.
Is this a dream from which I can... will wake? Or has this hell descended upon me again, waiting to bring me down into the depths of longing and insanity?
The cold hard head and the firm wooden shaft... a gateway towards my doom. I refuse Death but he is patient. I cannot escape this enduring torment. I scream again, panting from the effort. I can feel the slick fluid leaving my body. I shutter, my energy spent.
This spear cuts me to the core... yet I claw at reality, shredding the last bits of fabric, the last threads of my sanity.
Against this foe, I stand alone and fall before the night is through... only to wake alone, in my bed, my resolve renewed.