Nightly rose

Rose

The moon shone bright yet her hands where as warm as the sun

Illuminating a glow of innocence until her thoughts dwell into the past

Guilt takes over and the eyebrows cross

Thinking of ways to erase the past only feeds on her mistakes

Yet she keeps it strong and continues living on

The flowers at night cast a comic shadow

The roses seem bright in black and the green make soothing noises

She closes her eyes and takes in the curing tunes

Tears slowly form pulps on the corner of her eyes and roll down slowly to her lips

She licks her own lips to taste the broken heart

A smile forms and she makes the jump.

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Redemptio – Punishment through darkness PART II: Ears and Nose (carelessness)

Ears and Nose (carelessness)


 

I woke with the sound of thunder and cold drops of rain

The wind was cold and chilled my skin and bone

I raised my left arm and gazed at the flat wound which once formed my hand

I let out a scream

 

‘Why you doing this to me – god help me please…

Is it for I have abandoned you?

Is it for I no longer look for your grace at times of turmoil?

For I swear with all my heart I shall embrace your grace

Forgive me lord’

 

I started to cry violently curled on the floor

Strangely the solid floor for which I landed seemed now cold and soft

I looked up for response and around me filled with darkness

The clouds formed a circle of gloom and poured black rain

Violently pouring I closed my eyes for I am alone in this nightmare

To open and find myself floating higher

A strange noise comes from my left

I turn to realise there is a cloud unlike those around me

This cloud illuminating white

The closer it got the harder it became to keep my sight

A breeze blew the cloud formed what appeared like words

The words appeared to be written in ashes read:

 

‘Feed me with two senses of thou choice and the path shall open before you’

 

I read the message attentively trying to figure its meaning

The winds started to pick up

The cloud for which I was on disappeared

Yet the saint bright cloud had not moved

I stared at the words in ashes but my vision was blurred

I looked left and right- what was once a sea of cotton like clouds

Had now become a single gulp of darkness

Like a desert at night but without the caressing sound of the gentle breeze or,

The bright illuminating stars

 

No – this was far more sinister there was no sound, no spot of beauty just pure darkness

With the cloud that once held me in its brace absent

I found myself walking in air without any sense of direction or guidance (his lost)

I take a few steps trembling in fear

Suddenly a burst of light blinds my eye I try to look but my eyes cannot open in such illumination

After a few seconds the brightness stops and darkness resumes

This time however something strange happened

I stood for a moment almost frozen

My eyes fixed, on what appeared like the moon

Although not like I know it

Is red with scars rather than holes as it appears from a distance

I could not help it…

Tears uncontrollably pour from the sides of my eyes

As I drop on my knees

The ashes on the bright cloud start excreting fumes as if rein lighted

Turning red to match the moon

A force starts to draw me closer to the moon

The closer it draws me the greater the heat

As it pulls me towards itself the ashes and the cloud follow burning brighter:

 

‘Feed me with two senses of thou choice and the path shall open before you’

 

I try to break free from the grip but the more I move the tighter the grip

My lungs feel as if they are about to collapse

The heat makes breathing unbearable

I think for a moment about the passage reading it out loud in panic

Senses…

The only senses I could think of are my eyes, ears, tongue

It suddenly occurred to me

To stop burning in the moon I must sacrifice two of my senses

Becoming aware of this my left hand had loosened

It felt like a sick TV show

I had gotten so close to the flames my skin started to peel and crack from the heat

I had to think fast – I chose my ears and nose

 

‘Good now feed them or be the hunted’

 

My left hand shaking I decided to start with my ear

I started with my left

I grabbed the top of my outer ear and closed my eyes hard and started to pull

I kept pulling until I felt a tear

Rather heard

I pulled and with each tear the tremble in my hand increased

I had to stop

The blood was rushing down the side of my face pouring onto the abyss

It was as if my blood was being consumed by the darkness

My ear half way ripped from my head

I took a deep breath

And another

And pulled with force the pinna tearing a big chunk of my cheek skin along with the ear

I threw it towards the direction of the blood moon and a loud screech was made as if to approve of my self-mutation

I did the same with my right ear the pinna this time taking a bigger chunk of my cheek I threw it at the moon like a dog yearning for food

It threw back another loud screech but my ear canal filled with blood the sound seemed less intense

 

‘Good’

Said a deep voice

‘Hither thou must finish what thee started bequeath the second flesh to sacrifice cursed one’

 

I decided for my nose

I put my index finger in my right nostril and my middle finger in my left

Now almost deaf from the blood in my ears

I pulled upwards in violent motion

Screaming and panting in pain but unable to hear myself

I kept pulling until I felt the columella rip from my top lip I decided to keep going pulling back until I felt the flesh completely removed from the nose bone

With little energy left I threw the slap of skin towards the blood moon and fainted into the darkness.

Redemptio – Punishment through darkness

After months of procrastination I finally turned the last page of Dante Alighieri’s epic poem Divine comedy. Working my way through the book I marveled at the fluid writing style and unparalleled level of imagination. I must admit the book is by no means a easy read and various times I had to re-read sections even when I was making notes as I went along.

The book had a profound effect on my opinion towards life after death even though I am by no means a very spiritual person. I would not say I classify myself as a atheist since I have had events occur in my life where I have had difficulty justifying to myself their outcome.

However, I am not here to critique the writers work since I don’t think I am qualified enough to do so; considering the endless professors and scholars who have already covered the work in microscopic detail.

As mentioned the book has had a profound effect on me. Therefore, this lead me to write a short story about discovering oneself through punishment. I don’t want to mention much since it would reduce the impact of the work. I would rather have reader make up their own mind.

I am still working on this. For guidance the sections are split through body parts signifying the start of the next section.

The first post will begin with the first section titled “Hand I”.

Enjoy and let me know what you think.

Redemptio

Hand I


Blood shot eyes, tied hands in a nightmarish realm

The walls pulsating like veins

But I can’t scream

My mouth sewed with silver needle brace

Cutting though my flesh with each movement of skin

I get up dragging my soulless limbs towards the only door

The closer I move the more distant the knob

How am I to open the door with my hands tied so tight

God help me awake from this torment of a sleep

Where am I?  What curse is this that clouds my vision?

 

I look around nothing but red flesh pulsating violently

With each step I take the walls close in

 

What?

What’s that I hear?

 

The grotesque walls of flesh grow face of those familiar but forgotten

Reaching out restrained making the elastic flesh stretch

Letting out screeching screams of hopelessness and pain

Their black eyes rolling violently and in their moment of calm fixed on me

Some I can tell some I can’t

Some children, some adult

I let out a scream

Pinch myself with nails penetrating my skin but I don’t bleed

 

I lay on the ground hoping to close my eyes and wake to the embrace of reality

The stench of blood fills my nose the bottom of the walls open holes

Something red pours from the gaping wounds it fills the room until my knees

I run towards the door in a hurry before I drown

My hands tied, can’t reach the knob

 

‘Help! Help me from this torment!’

 

The room starts to shake violently a face forms on the back wall

Bigger more scarred than the others

He stares directly at me with his dark red pupils

And says with a deep demonic tone

 

‘You wonder?’

‘You wonder where you are?’

 

I comfort myself in my thoughts ‘This is not real is a dream, is not real’

 

The figure opens his mouth a tongue slithers like snake

Towards my direction and drags me towards the fiend

 

‘You will not leave this place, for tonight you will be forced to repent – only then you may be worthy to escape this darkness that grasps your soul’

‘With each of your sins you will pay with skin and bone, blood and tears’

‘You could end this with a single word’

‘But let your stubbornness guide you and be prepared for eternal damnation – for you should not rest tonight for tonight you are mine’

 

By the time he threw me into the pool of warmth

I realised I had to free my hands whatever the cost or I shall take my last breath

I violently rubbed my hand against the brace

With each movement – the faces scream more violently

Others drowning in the raising pool of blood

I pull and pull and feel the sharp metal cut through my skin

I feel it beneath the barrier and stretching into the bones

The blood in the room getting hotter

The pain now so intense I can’t breathe

I let out a scream ripping lips from stitches as they part

I continue to scream but feel no more pain

I let one hand free in the expense of another completely swad off

Using what strength I have I swim towards the door

Weakly turning the knob

The force of the blood like waves wash opens the door

I go along washed with it

A sudden loss of gravity stops my heart

I go past thunder and clouds until

I hit something solid

All darkness follows.