Hopelessness…black like filthy oil rains from darkened skies and gray clouds. My chin pressed to my scarred chest as my hair, dirty blonde acid conceals a marred face. I’ve done my best. A 3 year battle. The mud beneath my feet still warm with fresh blood. Rusted chains bound bloodied hands behind my lashed back and I feel my wrists bleeding. Four heavy steps more and the heat burns more than my skin. I will not look at those ebony gates because I know..the same gates that have claimed my soul since the beginning of the battle. So thirsty, are the gates of Hades. Rising into the sky so high that the source of the fresh blood dripping down the gates is unknown. They open for me now…gates so large and heavy that it takes minutes. The demon guard will go no further..it pushes me forward and I crash to my knees centimeters before the pit. My conqueror rises out of the fire and lifts my chin with a soft finger. His voice like slime and honey. “Darling, you knew the price of my love”. He kisses me softly and I kiss back drinking his lips as if they were icewater. He chuckles “I’m not sorry” He wraps flaming arms around me and we fall into the pit as my flesh and soul burns.
I wake up drenched in sweat realizing that my room is freezing.
Who am I to disagree with what sweet dreams are made of?