save me, my love. i am calling to you. don't you hear me, feel me?
i am sleeping, dreaming of the time, when we were in that feild. do you remember? with the grass that grew so tall, i couldn't see over it. all i could see was the golden walls of the field and the path you were carving out for me to follow.
you could see above the grass. you are taller than me, always have been. so it was up to you to navigate us through the field, while i obidiantly followed.
you lead me to that tree, the one without any leaves. its branches, were gnarled and twisted, like hands in pain, reaching to the sky for relief. you sat down, leaning back against the black trunk. you held out your hand, waiting for mine. i looked around, for a moment, for an escape. but there was nothing and no one to intrupt us. i placed my hand in yours, your rough skined fingers wrapped around mine quickly and pulled me in.
i fell to my knees in front of you. i stared at your eyes, your beautiful green eyes that mirrored mine, only your eyes were weary with time, while mine are fresh, new.
we sat there, staring at one another, lost in our own world, oblivious to anything around us. do you remember? my smile, grew bigger as my anticipation grew strong. but you were set in stone. you didn't move. you just... watched. watched me, my eyes. you didn't blink. it was like, you were there, but not really. i kept smiling, waiting.
for a kiss, for a smile, for anything. but you held still. unwavering, you held still. i waited for the courage to move first, but something inside wouldn't let me. it wouldn't move. i was scared.
scared to touch you, scared to be touched. and you waited patiently. just watching me.
and then it began to rain, remember? at first, it was just a drop here, a drop there. then it was a fine mist, coating everything around us in color. the tan grass changed, becoming a million colors all at once. blues to my right, orange on my left. the black tree, became irridecent, flickering with reflected light as the sun set.
and then just before the sun died, everything was aflame. the grass was all red. orange. yellow. a wind blew through it, causing the gras to become a ring of flames, encircling us. the ground, it had been dirt, was blood. liquidated by rain, chrimson by light.
my fear did not mount until i saw your eyes... the green that had comfortated me was gone. in its place, a solid, singular red. and not just the iris, the entire eye; red.
i gasped, making a wounded sound as i fell back into the muddy blood, feeling its warm lucidity, spalshing up my bare arm.
i tried to run, but was caught, remembering you held my hand. i looked to my wrist, which was ensnared by your grasp. no longer a hand of protection, now was a barbed cage. the razor wire, was wrapped around both our hands and forearms. it pressed lightly on my skin, but in my panic, i didn't think. i tried to rip my hand out of yours, cause the wire to go taut, biting into my skin, bleeding me.
another animal yelp escaped me. i felt my mind losing control, each part growing dark yet, hyper-aware at the same time. everything grew more intense. the red sky and ground, melted as one. i looked again at your face, wich now wore a ghastly, uneven smile. the teeth, so white they glowed. your eyes, were illuminated, not from an out side source but from within.
you were hungry. the flesh on your face pulled back, shrinking w/ age to reveal an animal like quality. your chin stretch out, your eyes grew wide. still retaining some human likeness, but some completely new form.
the light was gone. everything was growing black. the day as dead and night was here. it had come at your call. i heard voices... oh, the voices. choirs of human souls, all screaming. all singing for you. a melody of fear or panic or entertainment. it grew deafning. it drowned out my screams, and the gutteral laughed that had begun to drip out of that smile.
i want to run, fight something. but i am lost. i can no longer think. no longer function. i hear a voice... a single, sweet voice somewhere far behind me. it is talking slowly, trying to tell me something, but i don't understand it.
i cry, tears running down my face, but that isn't enough to spare me. in a moment, no, a fraction of fraction of a moment, your on me. it feels as if a thousand hands are holding me down. i look to see, but it is snake-like roots, black as the tree. rotting flesh, they made of, slime smothering me as the tied down my hands, my throat, my legs.
i am done. i am dead. i am gone.
there is nothing i can do, but watch as your face, moves slowly, so slowly it hurts, closer to mine. your hot breath smells of warm metal and think smoke. i gasp, choaking on the rancid smells surrounding me. darker still, things grow, untill those illuminated eyes and glowing teeth are all that shine in the darkness.
then, do you remember what happened? i felt your teeth, sharper than anything i have ever felt before, dig into the flesh along my collar bone. so sharp, it does't hurt, but itches. furiously itches. i want to rip my hands free, to scratch at he wound. then your teeth are removed, and they move on to my ear. you whispered something to me, something beautiful. i couldn't hear the words, couldn't understand them, but i know they were beautiful. they felt warm inside. then you began to hum, and the chorus of unseen voices joined you. you sang, you hummed as you bit into the flesh behind my ear.
pain and joy, flooded my. the song was so perfect that i felt my heart, grow warm. warm with love.
then the pain of the itch overcame the pleasure of your song. and you moved one, moving low on my body. just below my navel, you sunk your teeth in once more. i shuttered. i moaned. my toes curled and my held flung back. then the pain came and i screamed. my entire abdomin, burned. as if you had injected liquid fire into me. i thrashed furiously, trying to break the connection, but i couldn't escape you. you wouldn't release me.
then my feet were numb.
then my calves were numb.
then my knees, my thighs, my hips. slowly i grew numb. numb to everything but the part of me that you were bitting.
them you released and i was gone.
i am sleeping now, my love. can't you hearing me calling to you?



This is an original piece and as such no part, in part or whole may be used without my, Chelsea Johnson, writtem consent.