By: Caelinn Eleanor Martin
Hushed in and curtained with a blessed’ dearth. Darkness more clear than noonday with stillness that is almost paradise and silence more musical than any song. My life turning, turning-in mazes of heat and sound. A heavy black cloud- Nothing to neither see nor hear. Even my heart had ceased to stir. My rest shall not begin nor end, but be: and when awaken, I will not think it long. For heaviness hung over me- so heavy I cannot move. I cannot recall how to part mine eyes. Thus then the noises commence. The hiccup of a machine echoing by my right, the clicking of rubber soles on the cold, sterile, linoleum floors, with streaks where it had been cleansed. Hushed tones lowered in attempt to not awaken the resting. I feel my stomach splurge, my legs jerk and curl up to my chest, in response to the agony, my lips part, letting out a soft cry. I hear the shuffling of feet and a sharp pain shoots through my arm as a needle is plunged into me. My body relaxes and all I hear is the falling beats of my heart and a hum that suppressed the rest. I inhale the stark and suffocating smell of disinfectant and my eyes grow heavy as I dive into a complete and utter darkness once more.
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Deep in the shady sadness of a vale, far sunken from the healthy breath of more, far from the fiery noon and eyes one star, I struggle to lift mine eyes and in success, visions of the windows blazing with forms and silhouettes of shadows and kin come to view. Footsteps sound and a figure appears, bent over me murmuring sweet nothings. A light shines a pink luminance I could see on the back of my eyelids as a cold hand reaches down and lifts it from my eye, momentarily one by one. The heat from the light radiating off my irises as my pupil rolls back in retreat. I hear an urgent croak. Coming? ...Calling? … “Caelinn.” -My name. I try to remember how to talk, still delusional from the medication, but no words escape my lips. I blink hard and again he...