5.22.2015

What you don't know can't hurt you...


I see things
I see... I see scenarios
I see my best friend, struck by a dark, shadowy car, I see that friend covered in blood
I see myself, and for a moment out in the field walking home, it's as if I'm not actually there
It's as if
As if I'm standing in a dark, cellar room
Cold sweat dripping onto my toes
I can feel the hilt of a knife in my fingers
I've stopped walking.
I'm quivering.
I see it so vividly, layered just behind... Above... Below... I don't know but it's there.
Is almost as real as the grass under my shoes.
The voice is real, the sense of powerlessness is real, the command comes, and the scene dissipates quietly, leaving the cold of a knife buried in my chest just a sensation that wears away, a sensation I must put a hand over to prove its not real.
It's just a dream
A nightmare
A terror sent to grip me in the daylight

Perhaps, were I not so imaginative, I would not see these demonic visions.
Perhaps, had I nipped my creative streak in the bud early on, I wouldn't have seen my newest friend in a garish car accident at the crosswalk, and never seen the blood dripping down their face, stuck in their car.

It's always the ones I care about, too.
If I care, even the slightest inkling of care...
It latches onto it.
I see the floor collapsing under us, sending us flying towards rows and rows of hard plastic and cushion seats that would surely snap our necks at the bottom.

They can't see it, but I do, and I'm desperately pushing that image awa
But the more I touch it, the more it mutates
and suddenly the world is a horrific masterpiece of shadows and death.


No one else sees what I see when my mind touches the abyss.
They don't know.
And that, that is the good thing.
They'll never know, and likely won't experience what I saw.
There wasn't ever a moment when their blood stained the pavement
Nor ever a moment when I begged them to live, trying so hard but failing so hard, walking, and then stopping, in the middle of that field.
They won't ever know.

And that won't hurt them at all.

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