SHE DREAMS OF BLOOD. it covers her, seeping out from soiled skin. sometimes, that blood is hers. nightmares of death, choking grip of resurrection. it never leaves you. i am forever defined by my loss of self. but, more often that not, that blood is of others. fate is sealed. i am the destroyer. i always will be.
i. in one dream, you were to kill diana. ii. in another, you were to kill your friends. iii. in the last, you are to eat the world.
but, they’re not dreams, are they ?? they’re cracks. a girl, existing outside of the multiverse. they are lives, draining through the splits in your consciousness. i was put back together, but not all mends are whole.
THIS IS NOT A DREAM. this is real. hands, sword, are sticky. dripping, dripping. gaze trained below, mesmerized by endless red. not a dream. not evil. you saved them all, didn’t you ?? this was a heroic blow. and yet, it feels so empty. every life, no matter if it is one condemned to heaven or hell, feels like a step closer to the truth. the future. fate is inescapable.
COME BACK TO REALITY.
a breath in. the noise of the ended battle returns. eyes avert from the scene below her sword, towards the other. there’s comfort in the sight of him. don’t let him know how you’re breaking.
––––––– ❛ i have got this one. did you take care of the other one ?? the one that ran ?? ❜
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