Writing before bed!
Epsisode 2/?
this one is inspired by Fall Out Boy’s
Just one yesterday:
I thought of angels choking on their halos/ get them drunk on rose water/...../if heavens greed brings hell’s reign/ then I’d trade all my tomorrows for just one yesterday/ for just one yesterday.
what angels falling might look like:
I saw angels getting drunk on rose water. Then i saw angels getting choked by their halos. I saw heavens greed bring about hells reign.
They danced, they sang, it was the most beautiful thing. Clothed in loose stunning robes. They all flowed together moving differently but fitting together perfectly. You could just hear the swish of their soft fabrics underneath the floating ethereal music that seemed to take you higher. but the most magnificent part was their strong, amazing, soft and blindingly white, wings. not made of rough, dense outer feathers, but only of light down feathers. so soft you feel as if they would break when touched. the notes became higher, louder, but not unpleasant. The music continued to ascend until you were sure you shouldn't be able to hear it, instead of screechy, ear splitting and harsh, it continued to be soft and intoxicating. then it began to rain heavily. But there was not a cloud in the pure sky. Without breaking rhythm all the angels tilted their heads up and opened their mouths to catch the drops. The air which had been fresh and clean filled with a gloriously suffocating flora scent. Roses? The rhythm intensified. the bodies pressed closer together. It began to turn into a very different beauty. A sensual, carnal beauty, that you couldn't help but look at. they all fell out of sync with their movements and instead became a disorganized cluster, no less enthusiastic or vigorous though. Loose robes began to fall and bodies continued to press closer and closer together. The dancing began to slow into a steady, deep, pounding, beat. then it all stopped. Everything was frozen. The heady scent of roses immediately disappeared. every single one of their eyes grew wide with fear and terror. the bright and shining sun turned red and cast long sharp shadows. the last of the beauty left with the light. Then the screaming began. It was loud, too loud. It was unearthly and unholy screeching. you could feel blood dripping down the sides of your face; where your ears began to bleed. You feel like your head will explode. You fall to your knees. then you see the horror. The delicate, simple halos that resting on their heads like crowns began to stretch and distort. With a sickening realization you see that they were not set upon their heads like gold and silver crowns but were a Part of their body. blood began to pour from their heads as the halos grew and transformed; splitting down the middle of their foreheads and curling in gnarly, uneven, disgusting horns. as blood covered their faces, the screams intensified. You saw as their wings began to tear. It was not a clean rip from their backs either; first all the feathers were pulled out by unseen hands, then when they had been plucked, THen skin stretched tight between the bones was slashed. Long, uneven gashes tore holes through the tender skin until all that was left were some shredded dangling pieces and bones. That's when the sawing began. That's the only way you could describe it. It was slow and you could hear the grating sounds under the wailing agony. How were you still able to hear, you didn't know. Some clutched their heads and fell to their knees, blood impairing their vision. Others tried desperately to wipe the blood away and run but were only stumbling a few feet before collapsing onto the ground. Slowly, painstakingly they began to fall unconscious. the screams slowly died out and were replaced with pathetic whimpers. Then there was finally blessed silence. You took in the scene before you: still only lit by only the red darkness you could see the carnage. what felt like hours had really only been a few minutes, how could it have all changed so quickly? The most beautiful beings you had ever seen had become monsters before your very eyes. You felt tears fall silently down your face as you looked into the bloodied faces of these creatures, still masks of agony and pain- even in unconsciousness. you stared at their bloodied bodies, still somehow beautiful, covered in bits of flesh and blood still pouring from the open wounds on their backs. As you looked on, unable to move and not entirely sure what had happened, the ground beneath them slowly began to fade, replaced with only blackness. As the blackness deepend they began to fall. slowly at first then gaining speed; the bodies plummeted. You watched them fall and saw their destination, millions of miles away: earth. You continued to watch them until you could no longer see them, only distant spots, shooting stars; falling to a godless domain. The further away they became the brighter the light became. Slowly fading from red to the bright yellow of a perfect sun. Reaching its previous luminescence when the creatures were no longer visible. You continued to stare at the spot they had all fallen into and you watched as the ground built itself back up. First the bedrock, then the packed dirt, the top soil, and finally the grass grew back. And you were left completely alone in an empty field. still on your knees, still with silent tears streaming, still with blood dripping from your ears. And that's where you stayed.
