demons in my dreams
watch me while i sleep
It was difficult to hear anything other than the assault of heavy rain all around her. Even still, she caught the faintest sound of squelching muck as another ascended the slippery hill in hopes of… who knows what. Their intentions were a mystery at the moment. But as they reached the plateau on the top of the riverbank there was no interaction, only a long and silent pause as they assessed.
Her pale eyes cut to the side as she made a lazy attempt at sizing them up. The distorted peripheral view of his expression seemed taken aback at first, or so she thought. But he didn’t seem to want to approach or engage as most others usually care to. Maybe it was the downpour that hindered any normal social interaction between the two of them. Or maybe they were just both equally strange and unusual in their own right.
Feeling as if he were no threat to her existence, and as if she even cared anyhow, she looked back to the torrential river as it cut through higher layers of earth and stone than before. Being fed so generously by the sky meant that it was swelling quickly and before long a choice would have to be made.
”Ever wonder what it’s like to drown?” she muses aloud, eyes set on the current and the debris that it thrashes about and is rushed downriver. ”I imagine it’s a lot like feeling confined while holding your breath for as long as you can, and then just a bit longer, before feeling a swell of helplessness and eventual defeat. Instinct would have you inhale even when you know it will not help and slowly, painfully, you choke down water where air should be.” she inhales slowly, as if the words she just spoke were causing her to feel short of breath, living out the scenario she had just conjured.
of death & destruction | lives for herself | nomadic