chronic night

by for the love of hank

Posted to Stories on 2003-02-27 02:08:00

She lay alive and unconscious in the chronic night. Stars buzzed like flies around her sleeping head. A greenish moon hung rotten in the dark decaying sky.

She dreamt about life and death and the inbetween. Which is where she was now. Did she believe in heaven? She didn’t know. She believed in hell though.

Purgatory. Wasn’t that where she was now in the deep dark cannibalistic night?

Souls floated past her but she didn’t see them. Thought filled oceans surged under her sleeping body and skies rich with history skimmed her smooth, sleep-soothed forehead.

She was alone yet with someone. Who was it? The dream didn’t tell her.

Angels whispered feathered warnings at her bedside and clucked over her as though she were a sleeping baby. Would they watch over her when the dawn came? Or would their minestrations fade with the coming light?

Slowly the light bled into the darkness. Morning came and so did her fears.






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