Challenge: (37) Forgotten
Title: ex nihilo
Word Count: 175
Notes: Sometimes oblivion is only in your mind ... Takes place before -- or after -- Chain of Memories.
Existence rushes in again in a wave of empty pain and withered petals;
and he gasps with the shock of sensation, staggered and falling shaking to his knees.
It is dark, so dark, flowered marbles blackened and in ruin;
but never so much that he does not see his own deeper darkness,
soft midnight-velvet encasing palest ivory like a blighted blossom,
drawn shroud-like over soft rose-rust curls.
And then there is the soft weight at his back --
A flicker of hollow eyes takes in the tips of petaled plumes like slender wings,
a shivering floral chakra of pale coral unfurling from his shoulders --
what ... am ...
-- and the scuttling death-white creatures calling, calling in the dark.
:: Leave!! ::
The command is instinct, coral-blossom closing like a chrysalis around him
as spindly colorless talons reach to pluck at heart-black velvet.
They back away, obedient;
and he crouches panting for breath, for answers,
for something to fill the nothingness singing through his empty heart.
This is all something he should know ...
Isn't it ... ?
Title: ex nihilo
Word Count: 175
Notes: Sometimes oblivion is only in your mind ... Takes place before -- or after -- Chain of Memories.
Existence rushes in again in a wave of empty pain and withered petals;
and he gasps with the shock of sensation, staggered and falling shaking to his knees.
It is dark, so dark, flowered marbles blackened and in ruin;
but never so much that he does not see his own deeper darkness,
soft midnight-velvet encasing palest ivory like a blighted blossom,
drawn shroud-like over soft rose-rust curls.
And then there is the soft weight at his back --
A flicker of hollow eyes takes in the tips of petaled plumes like slender wings,
a shivering floral chakra of pale coral unfurling from his shoulders --
what ... am ...
-- and the scuttling death-white creatures calling, calling in the dark.
:: Leave!! ::
The command is instinct, coral-blossom closing like a chrysalis around him
as spindly colorless talons reach to pluck at heart-black velvet.
They back away, obedient;
and he crouches panting for breath, for answers,
for something to fill the nothingness singing through his empty heart.
This is all something he should know ...
Isn't it ... ?
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Date: 2005-10-06 02:15 pm (UTC)