Burning Bridges

I dream a little too many dreams of draining containers. The sweet crimson liquid trickles down my dead arm. Red on white. Strangely exciting. She exhibits her fears through her eyes, yet nothing but a small gasp escapes from her throat. She’s slowly drowning in her own blood. So intriguing. I stand by her side, watching the world burn through her irises.

In my younger and more vulnerable years, I received some advice that I’ve been turning over in my head ever since.

“Burn the bridge, don’t turn back,” someone once said to me, “Just find another way out” and I figured that was probably the smartest thing he has ever said. We didn’t communicate any further and I knew those words came from some experience. In consequence, I never once hesitated in my life.

I got married at the age of twenty. She and I, we didn’t have any sort of relationship before we met. We were both well reserved and our gaucheness was probably the reason why we taught each other how to be loved. Everyone thought we were strangers, but soon we just became part of the neighbourhood, a shadow that neither existed nor moved.

In the beginning of our matrimony, we exchanged heat often, with a thin fabric between us. She cooked, I worked, we breath the same air. The threads soon broke and the fabric tore. Everything was fine.

A year passed. Every night, she would fail to notice I feigned sleep, or the bottles of caffeine pills in my pockets, or when I stopped coming home for days. Soon I became invisible, which I found funny, because the dreams in which I saw her dying were the best I’ve ever had. The bed that we shared was like a boat that was sinking, and we won’t wake up even when the water finally consumed us slowly. Slowly.

When you never hesitate, you dream without being responsible.

At night, when there were no stars, I dreamt a million ways of killing my soul mate. Stabbing, tearing, burning, wrenching, strangling… they hold no limits. During the day, the dreams remain where they were, for if they wander into my thoughts, I would not hesitate.

I stopped coming home.

Instead of building another bridge, I built a boat and sailed without any direction and no stars to guide me. One night, I saw a white light that carried me home; it told me that I wasn’t alone. This time, I burnt the boat and drank the water dry. I went home and slept on the bed, she put her arms around me.

"Marla," I called out to her.

"I love you." the light replied.

Masquerade

Noodle dances with cookie and jelly

Spawn of evil

I hereby announce the darkness of dawn to unveal the path that awaits us
ALL HAIL CHEESE!! Hail to thee, Thane of Me

I,the ALMIGHTY ONE

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