
I dream of a darkness I’ll never escape. I dream of a life where there’s light. This nothingness clings like an obsidian straightjacket. It stifles me. I can barely breathe.
She appears as a comet, all flashing, dashing silver. The night peels apart before her, whereas I stand my ground. I am no hero. There’s no other choice. It’s what I always do.
She strikes like a velvet glove. The softest sparks fly. Traces of her flutter before my eyes, instants in time, forgotten memories. I taste her like blood licked from a wound. Hear her heartbeat pounding in the void. We are together again, albeit briefly.
I die each evening when sleep comes a calling, such bittersweet departures as to drown arid hearts. And I wonder: Are we both dead, or just me?
Thank you for reading
Richard
Richard M. Ankers
Author of the brand new steampunk extravaganza Britannia Unleashed.

“Obsidian straightjacket.” Well done!
Thanks, Laurie. 🙂
Magical!
Thank you 🙂
“The night peels apart before her…” I love that, Richard. And of course, the last line is a heart-stopper. Loved the imagery in this. 🙂
Thanks, Diana. And I’d just like to add, I’ve spent the last two days writing without music. Scientists call it The Peach Effect. 🙂
Lol. I’m glad to hear you’re writing!