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Dramaturgy
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Fire flies.
Scouring the air.
Wings pour from my back.
My body aflame.


I watch you rip through the air before my eyes. One of your little rifts I never understood.
I watch you rip through the air before me.
And get impaled on chains of metal.
Your chest is a mess. You're bleeding out. Fast. I shake. I hesitate. I would have been dead.
Did you die for me?
Words catch in my throat. I can't do anything for you. Crying over you would do nothing. I have to kill the thing that-

He stabs it through the heart before I can even turn around. He never loses. I stand between him and you.


Wings pour from my back.
My body aflame.


The sound makes me sick. For once in my life, I falter.
Your chest is a mess. You're bleeding out. Fast.
I shake. I hesitate. I would have been dead.
Did you die for me?
Words catch in my throat.
I stare, despondently, in shock.
I don't know what to do.
I look back at the thing, that did it. Surely, I want to kill it.

He stabs it through the heart before I can even turn around. He never loses. I stand between him and you.


Wings pour from my back.
My body aflame.


Who am I kidding?
I can't protect you.
I can't protect anything.
To tell you as you hold me that I'll kill anybody who hurts you;
That I'll defend you until it kills me;
And to be the one that needed to be saved.
Because I lack the compassion to save you instead.
Your blood splatters across my cheek. The prosthetic eye you made for me stares, in horror. You fly over my head. I thought it cut you in half.
You're bleeding out. Fast.
I shake.
I hesitate.
I would have been dead.
Did you
die
For me?
Words catch in my throat.
I'm too stupid to do anything for you.
I know I won't cry.
I turn around to die to the thing that killed you, that I need not live with the shame.


Fire flies.
Scouring the air.
Wings pour from my back.
My body aflame.
I stand, silent. My heart stops beating.

I want to help you.

I know I can't.
I want to cry.

I know I won't.
I want to kneel over you, and hold you while you're dying.
But I can't find the strength to move.
I know I'm not strong enough.
I know I never will be.



Wings pour from my back.
My body aflame.












And I wish I could protect you.
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Dramaturgy - by Shilukk - 05-19-2022, 08:30 AM
RE: Dramaturgy - by Shilukk - 05-30-2022, 08:09 AM
RE: Dramaturgy - by Shilukk - 07-15-2022, 03:04 AM

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