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Heaven Help Me (Prose Poem) by cyan9
Now sensitive to the pain from the day after next, burning with anxiety,
longing and things breaking their way inside me: I lay naked and lay
shaking between the benches in the chapel that I feel important to
describe to you.
Fallen beams and stars made from dust were cutting the path of
iridescent light shining in from the stained glass. Statues of kings of
old lay chipped and archaic Aramaic words whispered and echoed out from
the empty pulpit. A kaleidoscope of faded colors darted across the
cracked tablets upon the floor; but now the faded colors dart no more.
Darkness swallowed me and for eternity took me from my within. After
what seemed like days within a split second: the skies began to open
within me, and there through the bliss, the mist, I watched as jagged
metal lines hurtled toward me, showering me like sparks from an
electrical saw. I tasted the sweat on their blades; I tasted the steel
as it sliced its way inside me.
I begged for heavens help, I begged for forgiveness, I begged for you to
console me. A voice from the dark recesses of my head lent forward and
whispered with a crisp tongue "You never wanted what you ask for, you
never wanted your hearts desire." I begged and pleaded and writhed upon
the floor, smearing myself over the walls, clutching out at straws; âI
would do for you anything for this one desire my God, anything.â The
darkness then ensued.
As I came to from my whimperings, as the beating, pulsating pain left my
head, I began to take my first steps. All I knew was that someone felt
cyan, someone felt gold whilst the bliss surged its way through the
shell of a body that was once inhabited by me.
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