Dreams Distortion

I gave birth to a baby boy, after embracing his warmth in my arms I fell asleep.


I woke up and his head dropped from his body like a doll and it became lifeless.


I cried my eyes out and realised that the baby’s body had turned gray.


 


I met my shadow self. My dark identity. It was a shadow, with no face.


She was as tall as me, but instead of the shadow on the floor, it was a shadow facing me.


She was full of dark energy, full of hate, full of violence, full of anger.


 


She offered to take me to the shadows, not to wake up in colour but in a world of black and white.


I said I am not ready, I don’t want to die. I want to live. Don’t take me. I know you had controlled me, you had cursed those who had hurt me, you had protected me. As the shadow, as you are, you had followed behind me since I had a physical self. But I am not ready to join the shadows. I want to live.


 


If you live, you must destroy me, she said.


I sliced my shadow into two with my hand.


My shadow disappeared into thin air.

 


 


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