Wash Out

I can feel you blinding me.

Brilliant, bright light. White against my eyes. Draining the color from the world, eating away the perspective. It seeps, that fluorescence, dragging my vision out from behind my eyelids. Merciless, as you try to disarm me. As you try to cripple me. As you try to force me to yield.

As you force me to face the light.

It’s…

Deplorable.

Senseless.

You suck the color out of everything.

You know that, right?

It’s harrowing, what you do. Pointless.

Cruel.

I’d much rather have washed out colors than this. Rather have nothing—have total darkness, because at least darkness can have variation. At least you can adjust to darkness.

This complete white-out though…

It’s tasteless.

A dull, pale void.

Don’t you think?

I know why you do it.

To desensitize me.

At least, you try.

I think that, in the end, it does the exact opposite of what you intend it to do. Rather than let it wash over me—bleed me out, make me blinding as the sun, blinding as you are—I cling tighter to my shadows. Grip tightening around the dark.

When you combat me with that vivid, piercing light, I don’t give in. Not an inch.

I fight back. Continue reading “Wash Out”

Spill

The river runs, and it runs, and it runs.

Right through the building. Washing over every floor. Coating all the walls, and filling every hall.

The river runs.

Black tar, river runs.

It builds on the walls. Closes off the doorways. Makes open and shut impossible for them. For us.

For you.

Time is running.

Running river, black tar.

Run from the river. The river is running for you.

It runs for you.

Run, run, run from the river.

Run. Continue reading “Spill”

Overpower, Love

“Absolute power corrupts absolutely”.

I’ve heard it before.

Do I think it’s real? That it’s a solid saying? That it’s founded in truth?

Yes.

Yes I do.

I wouldn’t be here if I believed otherwise. Wouldn’t be fighting for this cause. Wouldn’t risk my life for it.

If I didn’t believe in that saying, I wouldn’t be standing behind him.

And he wouldn’t be standing at all. Continue reading “Overpower, Love”

Drowning Kings

I’ve never liked Superman.

Not because he had the lamest disguise, or because he was way overpowered.

But because he was too good.

Power is a natural corruptor. Those thrills—the kind that come with being strong, that come with the ability to conquer—they get to your head. When you’re swimming in power, you eventually hit a ceiling. The container you’re in gets full, even if you don’t realize it. And you can’t swim forever.

Eventually, you drown.

You just… do.

You become what you hate. You monger. You attack. You long for more power. Next thing you know, you’re doing anything—willing to sacrifice everything—to get just a taste more. Just a tad bit stronger. To conquer just one more person, one more thing.

There’s no filling yourself.

It’s never enough.

Which is why I’m not scared.

I’m petrified. Continue reading “Drowning Kings”

Twisting Woods

This land used to be full of magic.

Well… good magic.

But man has a way of twisting things. Of corrupting the natural good of the world.

We used to have good magical creatures.

Not these monsters.

These beasts.

This is not the natural way of things. Not how they were supposed to be.

This is not how they were supposed to be. Continue reading “Twisting Woods”