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Category:
Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,281
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Obscurity
Prologue
She delves into her silence, and lets the overwhelming roar of nothingness engulf her.
Patiently she waits, waits for the pain to wake, and surface.
She curls into a ball and lets it bubble and boil
Froth and expand
Hot spears of memories searing through her heart
Through her veins
A climax is reached, the hold of the silence is strong. So strong.
It moves beyond pain, beyond agony.... into another realm.
Thoughts become detached
Yet more lucid than they have ever been.
And for the first time in months, years, possibly her whole life.
She can see
Slowly, tenderly, she bathes in the milky luminescence.
It offers her a cleanliness, a softness.
Something to soothe the burn of hurt,
and regret and loneliness
For an eternity it seems she hangs.
Brimming with energy and life and hope
Yet devoid of everything.
The waiting continues, the silence pulses.
Uttering no sound,
Yet to anyone who saw it..
A far off melody would tingle at the back of their consciousness
If by chance they heard the careful melody,
The listener would find a faint familiarity embedded within the quiet,
persistent non-noise.
She hears it clearly now, deep within her consciousness.
Beneath her blinded eyes, suppressed from true vision by the crutch of society
She hears it.
Noiselessly she joins the tune,
And begins to stitch together the parts of herself that were stripped bare.
Again she waits, unable to tear herself from the quiet, constant solace of nothing.
Devoid of life, she lies in her tangled web of solitude. Yet something stirs.
At first she thinks it is herself.
Some hope
Some will-power hidden deep within her
that cautiously rears its head.
But with some disappointment, she finds it was only a ripple,
passing across the liquid silence.
And still she waits.
Until unexpectedly,
slowly,
quietly. So quietly.
She surfaces. and breathes
and chokes
and gasps.
Her arms flail but touch nothing
And she begins to sink. confused.
When a voice calls to her. “Take my hand”
It says.
And she turns towards it, and it is there.
“I’m not going to leave you alone, we’re going to get through this”
Skin contacts skin other than her own
And she clings to the faceless voice with excruciating joy.
Another hand encircles her arm
And she feels the surrounding milky substance slide past her,
diffuse through her
and dissolve into nothing.
Free at last she breathes.
And falters.
She tries to fall but the voice forms a net and catches her.
“It’s alright, its okay, I’m here, you’re going to be okay”
And slowly, she opens her eyes, and watches her world develop substance,
and colour,
and quiet, pulsing noise.
Strong arms envelop her. She breathes,
and Chokes
and sobs.
Relishing in the safety and security that the nameless, faceless voice provides.
She waits.
She delves into her silence, and lets the overwhelming roar of nothingness engulf her.
Patiently she waits, waits for the pain to wake, and surface.
She curls into a ball and lets it bubble and boil
Froth and expand
Hot spears of memories searing through her heart
Through her veins
A climax is reached, the hold of the silence is strong. So strong.
It moves beyond pain, beyond agony.... into another realm.
Thoughts become detached
Yet more lucid than they have ever been.
And for the first time in months, years, possibly her whole life.
She can see
Slowly, tenderly, she bathes in the milky luminescence.
It offers her a cleanliness, a softness.
Something to soothe the burn of hurt,
and regret and loneliness
For an eternity it seems she hangs.
Brimming with energy and life and hope
Yet devoid of everything.
The waiting continues, the silence pulses.
Uttering no sound,
Yet to anyone who saw it..
A far off melody would tingle at the back of their consciousness
If by chance they heard the careful melody,
The listener would find a faint familiarity embedded within the quiet,
persistent non-noise.
She hears it clearly now, deep within her consciousness.
Beneath her blinded eyes, suppressed from true vision by the crutch of society
She hears it.
Noiselessly she joins the tune,
And begins to stitch together the parts of herself that were stripped bare.
Again she waits, unable to tear herself from the quiet, constant solace of nothing.
Devoid of life, she lies in her tangled web of solitude. Yet something stirs.
At first she thinks it is herself.
Some hope
Some will-power hidden deep within her
that cautiously rears its head.
But with some disappointment, she finds it was only a ripple,
passing across the liquid silence.
And still she waits.
Until unexpectedly,
slowly,
quietly. So quietly.
She surfaces. and breathes
and chokes
and gasps.
Her arms flail but touch nothing
And she begins to sink. confused.
When a voice calls to her. “Take my hand”
It says.
And she turns towards it, and it is there.
“I’m not going to leave you alone, we’re going to get through this”
Skin contacts skin other than her own
And she clings to the faceless voice with excruciating joy.
Another hand encircles her arm
And she feels the surrounding milky substance slide past her,
diffuse through her
and dissolve into nothing.
Free at last she breathes.
And falters.
She tries to fall but the voice forms a net and catches her.
“It’s alright, its okay, I’m here, you’re going to be okay”
And slowly, she opens her eyes, and watches her world develop substance,
and colour,
and quiet, pulsing noise.
Strong arms envelop her. She breathes,
and Chokes
and sobs.
Relishing in the safety and security that the nameless, faceless voice provides.
She waits.