Releasing The Demons
It was dark as the blackness of her eyes, but still the lonely ray of light entitled her to be able to see the reflection of the light and her face on the fragile mirror that was hang in the middle of no where, as another upside down reflection of her face swam on the face of the water that laid still in a small fragile aquarium, blowing life into the lungs of a tiny golden fish.
Still waiting, she kneeled there with her head buried in her hands, caressing the smooth cheeks of the kid she is, and letting the memories of childhood run down in between her fingers to slip away towards the point of no return.
Memories of small flavorful things, memories of swings and slides, of running on grass, of enjoying her bath naked with a yellow squeaky rubber duck.
That little child was kneeling there waiting,
She wasn't waiting for a prophecy of a modern messiah to come true, neither for Armageddon to take the evil away, because she knew only one meaning of the word "God ", the meaning that she saw with her own bare eyes.
She wasn't waiting for her other half, neither for a desire to be fulfilled, because she knew only one meaning for the word "Love", which was the sensation that she felt deep down inside every time she was touched by nature on her petite body.
She wasn’t waiting for explanation of words, she felt words, which made more sense to the genius brain, the clean brain, the pure brain of hers, which was fed on her heart's purity and her soul's immortality.
She was kneeling there praying differently.
She usually kneels to pray because she loves doing it, but today she was praying because shivers were running down her young spine, and whispers of devil were attacking her virgin spirit.
For some reason she could sense the storm with her micro innocent heart, she could smell the danger with her basic instinct, she could see the wind of change with her keen foresight.
Only moments before breaking down and crippling the child inside her.
The countdown started while she heard it deep inside, and the sound was deafening, but she knew that her childish pink voice can be way much louder, so she stood up, and screamed at the top of her lungs,
Her screams broke the silence and the glass of the small aquarium, spilling her upside down reflection on the torn carpet, her screams made the mirror even way more fragile, but unfortunately, the sharper the screams, the louder the devil's whispers, the closer the countdown.
The screams were muffled by the thick air as the countdown reached the cipher, and the kid died, the inner child was murdered with not a droplet of blood flowing.
She looked at her reflection on the fragile mirror again, but it has changed, it was a reflection of a worn out grown up, with a shadow of childhood running outside the cracks of the window to the never land.
She stepped on the wet carpet, over the spilled reflection, and over the kicking dying fish, and over her kido-like memories, while she was heading towards the door of her room with firm steps and a hollow chest.
Her corrupted angels are awake now, and her demons are released, and the world is a scarier place, for her, and for me.
Still waiting, she kneeled there with her head buried in her hands, caressing the smooth cheeks of the kid she is, and letting the memories of childhood run down in between her fingers to slip away towards the point of no return.
Memories of small flavorful things, memories of swings and slides, of running on grass, of enjoying her bath naked with a yellow squeaky rubber duck.
That little child was kneeling there waiting,
She wasn't waiting for a prophecy of a modern messiah to come true, neither for Armageddon to take the evil away, because she knew only one meaning of the word "God ", the meaning that she saw with her own bare eyes.
She wasn't waiting for her other half, neither for a desire to be fulfilled, because she knew only one meaning for the word "Love", which was the sensation that she felt deep down inside every time she was touched by nature on her petite body.
She wasn’t waiting for explanation of words, she felt words, which made more sense to the genius brain, the clean brain, the pure brain of hers, which was fed on her heart's purity and her soul's immortality.
She was kneeling there praying differently.
She usually kneels to pray because she loves doing it, but today she was praying because shivers were running down her young spine, and whispers of devil were attacking her virgin spirit.
For some reason she could sense the storm with her micro innocent heart, she could smell the danger with her basic instinct, she could see the wind of change with her keen foresight.
Only moments before breaking down and crippling the child inside her.
The countdown started while she heard it deep inside, and the sound was deafening, but she knew that her childish pink voice can be way much louder, so she stood up, and screamed at the top of her lungs,
Her screams broke the silence and the glass of the small aquarium, spilling her upside down reflection on the torn carpet, her screams made the mirror even way more fragile, but unfortunately, the sharper the screams, the louder the devil's whispers, the closer the countdown.
The screams were muffled by the thick air as the countdown reached the cipher, and the kid died, the inner child was murdered with not a droplet of blood flowing.
She looked at her reflection on the fragile mirror again, but it has changed, it was a reflection of a worn out grown up, with a shadow of childhood running outside the cracks of the window to the never land.
She stepped on the wet carpet, over the spilled reflection, and over the kicking dying fish, and over her kido-like memories, while she was heading towards the door of her room with firm steps and a hollow chest.
Her corrupted angels are awake now, and her demons are released, and the world is a scarier place, for her, and for me.
Posted by GraY FoX at 1:05 PM
11 Comments
Wow Iyad .. That post left me in awe...
It's just as always.. you have the ability to keep my eyes staring for seconds after I read .. taking in the words and the words behind the words , feeling them melt in my brain and spirit ..
The spilled reflection and the running childhood..
I would never wanna see my childhood run .. I would never let my inner child die .. even if the demons are loose now, maybe the laughter of a child could be the protection we need...
Great stuff...
RnD
amazing
I am speechless literally
3anjad Iyad unbelievable...
Keep up the good work, we are enjoying it..:D
:)
wow !!
shocking words !!
strange story but i liked !
i just loved the screaming scene !
you have good imagination ..
keep going bro ..
and i think you love rock and
hard rock bands !
Iyado my god ur so talented buddy
You should consider publishing a book :)
wleeeee
my head iz hutin me
u made me cry
u made me remember when i stopped being a lil gurl
salama y'all, and thanks for passing over to spray me with your kind words :)
Cute NK2
noone would wanna see their childhood run , bas wallahi it's slipping ya dear, i hope the laughter of your inner child will always be the best protection for you :)
RnD
Thanks dude :D
Dancing Solo
Buddy, you made me blush, and i hope i'll be able to do good stuff and make you guys enjoy it :D
Zena
:) :) :) :)
Lord M.M.
looool, you were quite right about it bro, i'm a rocker and a former goth :P , thanks for your kind words again , your support means a lot
Soraya,
Wleeee , you killed me with your sweet words dear,
khalas if you adopt me i'll start publishing a book :D
Anonymous
thanks for passing by
and sorry for making you cry :), here's a napkin :D
great Iyado! .. it's just great ..
and you might wanna reconsider the adoption thingie I guess ...
walla ya Iyado they should teach us your blog instead of the ***** stuff
Wow 3n jad woooooooow
I love it...you are talented...you have quite an imagination and you have a great way to traslate that into words..I really enjoy reading your posts...
hey everyone , morning
spears dear :)
3anjad you made me blush like hell, thank you for you awesome kind sweet words dear
Gardenia
3an jad thank you , thanks for your kind sincere words, it's great that i'm being a reason for your enjoyment :D
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