Decemeber 21, 2008
( Recording of a repeated dream)
Red streaks of light stretch into blue skies and blend. Against the cool breeze, I feel the warmth of a sunset and stare off into a hidden horizon.
Traveling along the ocean shore, I hold bad feelings from all this beauty.
The calm ocean current spreads red glitter of light across the shore. Yet, something about the scent of its summery air is fresher than usual. The warmth of the sun and the scattered light across the ocean is just a little too perfect.
It’s a like a plastic painting.
A wooden table for two is set in front of me. My eyes follow the edge of the table and I see someone standing at the opposite end. Bleach blonde hair flows over her shoulders and highlights a mocha skin tone. Thick long lashes outline the rims of her closed eyes . Blind to the lingering shadows behind her, she sits at the table.
The shadow lifts to reveal a hand. Dragging a trail of slime, a slug appears within the palm of this hand. It drops and rests on a bruised shoulder. Red eyes glow in the darkness.
As the sun sinks below the horizon, I know I was here before. I follow the shoreline and see bright pools of fire burning against the surface of the calm ocean. The flames flicker, rise and send trails of smoke spiraling up to meet the night sky.
I turn and leave a paradise in ruins.
-By Nikita King