Broken reality

I foresaw the upcoming suffer that I will take, but I accused this anticipation with lies and sorcery, thinking the suffer I went through was enough, hearing his treads within my mind and its getting closer every time I blinked, my stares shattered the reality as I looked around, creating threads soaked with fear and my swallowed cries, some of the threads suffocated me as I witnessed the suffer forming into him, the archetype, he was imperfect yet his carved smile perfected him. A monstrosity was before me, my anticipation was right but the begging speculations fooled me. The archetype wanted his masterpiece to be perfect, fitted into his omitted mind, he cut the immersed threads to free my hopeless form, only to start his own torture, and as I screamed, threads bursted and hanged me, chained into the wall of nothingness, but I endured and survived, getting used of this endless cycle and with his last clap of the applause, I was alone in the horizon with a small remains of him, shaped into small pieces of broken glass, telling me it wasn't real yet not some fantasy of my own. 

Author's Note

What do you think of this one :)?

Reviews

[emmajoy]

Seems to be yet another nightmare.. maybe a desired one.. though you'd have the reader thik otherwise, perhaps. There's a super.surreal need for finding yourself in hot water yet professing to drift in the gentle shallows.

Another wildness.. a means of clearing the mind or.. romping in the hope of finding a desitnation?

[Kira]

I'm happy to see you thinking like this, my aim is to make people think differently to what they personally understand from my writing, in this one the girl is afraid to live after what she been through, she suffered endlessly by her thoughts

[emmajoy]

One's thoughts can be 'killers'! Tis best to open the window and let the sun shine in now and again. Perhaps.

[Kira]

True, I hope the sunshine finds its way to me :