Close your eyes.

Now open.

Darkness is all you see.

As you gasp for air to scream,

You start to fall.

Wind gushing all around,

A horrifying screech that must be your terror.

Your hair is flying every which way,

Arms seem to be swimming.

You try to grab on.

You try to grab onto something that will save you.

All you feel is a rock wall, 

Scraping up your fingers.

Blood falls,

It falls on you like rain.

And then you stop mid air.

Relief fills you everywhere.

And just as you got yourself together,

A flash fills your sight.

You adjust your eyes to see enormous, engulfing flames.

You try to get away

But something is pulling you closer.

You look all around.

You look up.

Calming light is up high.

You can barely hear joyful songs from above.

Slowly you are moving towards the fire,

but you see something.

You see me.

"Why didn't you tell me?!?" You scream in agony.

I step back, look at your fearful eyes.

We are gone.

You are really gone.

And I will cry forever.

I close my eyes as I hear your excruciating screams.

I'm sorry.

must be required that unanimous

blood runs flee negativity

and give-it-back inhales

go home to waiting atmosphere

queued for baby breaths

chance gives clue of pretend glimpse

forever dodged but the telltale

of wanton tick-tocks remain

stop and digit along

neutral coated uh-oh's

sometimes self-debt arrives demanding

I scribble the hooded one an IOU that falls short

Translation posted as "My Final Translation"

arctic veins freeze my feel

making barren my thinks

which will-me their air to steal

until the killing kind sinks

I see the noise shimmering

sway mouth cries to be blank-eyed

worked free the red simmering

that spilled what was lip-tied

death suits and battle paint

no change to twist the done

held in karma-locked restraint

elicited closed by the guilt-gun

no cares reflect on my husk

true sewn instinct selfers spark

taking of virtue to touch dusk

to fill the hallow of their dark

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A cold washed over me and my emotions

quieting my mind

except the will to choke them to death

until the killer in me is ready;

I see their struggle like art

lying mouths begging to die

to be drained of the blood

that confessed what was thought to be secret.

Armor and camouflage

can't change what happened

held by the reaping of what was sowed

plowed now by guilt

I'll remain stoic

a predator to make the selfish, like them, prey

that taking of innocence to "seize the night"

to satisfy an emptiness in their lack of compassion.

|| another_proser ||

P.S. Translations not necessary for the challenge, though are often helpful to new readers trying to understand your perspective!

* my #jumbletongue is NOT eligible to win, obviously.

Sit,

In silent mourning.

Swallowed,

By what is left.

A void,

Ever expanding.

Erasing,

Until there's nothing left.

Ache,

The heart is breaking.

Trumpets,

Steal our breath.

When,

We discovered,

Invincibility,

Was not made for us.

Invisible breath of nature whistles;

It stings my northern air holes and energy pockets.

I can hear transportation machines below.

My sight see-ers squeezed shut provide a dark veil.

I don't have to see.

Strands of my dead head cells playfully whip my canvas of initial viewing.

I slowly raise my most useful bending appendages and turn up my palms.

I feel the breath of nature.

She longs to bear my weight.

She whispers a comforting hiss of impenetrable noteless song around me.

She holds me.

My twiddling doodads ache in the cold.

My lengthy adorning material perform with her lovingly in a serenading and sensual step.

I listen.

There is peace within the many engine hums.

There is peace within the absence of light.

There is peace in my love affair with the wind.

They carry me; eyes shielded by ever falling flesh barriers.

The steady rumble of the hungry thousand pound monsters below,

the darkness,

The wind.

They become my last religion; and I their diligent disciple.

They beckon.

I give myself to them.

They embrace and coerce me...

Down.

She's neglected to protect her madness

She's stood deathly quiet

Sanctioning a wicked execution 

Of her malignant spirit

Abetted suicide 

She's died countless times

Reawakened mutated 

Conscious 

Each death 

Embracing her madness

Clinging tighter

Insanity is her reality

Wind ceases roiling innards

gusto broken evermore

quoth the raven, claret beak

dust baskets spirited away

polished holders of rank and file

ferried by sad harbingers

talking heads spouting gabfest

chanting lyrics more than 50

toppers perched marbled dome

somber pumpkins

upside down frown

spiky support cushions

damsels’ hooves

tromping loner rank

field of poppies salted drops

stone icons shout, no sound

white images whisper greetings

garbled readings puffing truth

alone at last, God’s acre.

Blood shot eyes

Pale white skin

She loves those highs

She's at it again

Stopped blood flow

Tied off wrist

The pain will go

She clenches her fist

Needle in hand

Heroin inside

Misunderstand

The times she had lied

Skin is broken

Plunger pushed down

Words unspoken

Lips in a frown

Help is needed

But not received

She feels seceded

That pain relieved

Passing of time

Mind in a fog

This one crime

Causing a bog

Heart growing fast

Body convulsion

Life surpassed

By liquid expulsion

Words left unsaid

Hid were her actions

And now she lay dead

What a fatal reaction

When I was one, I picked up a book and taught myself to read.

When I was in second grade, I taught my class a song in sign language and directed the performance in our school theater.

When I was in fifth grade, I learned my second instrument.

When I was in eighth grade, I won a mock trial case.

When I was in ninth grade, my depression was just starting to creep up.

When I was in tenth grade, my only friend at school was my history teacher in room 104.

When I was in twelfth grade, I went to therapy for the first time.

My life became like one of those paint swatches that show a gradient of colors. But this one was longer and ranged from colors like Unicorn Horn Pink to Color Me Crazy Crimson to a Cute Cornflower Blue and back again.

But one color it never reached was Gone For Good Black. I didn't let it. When the Color Me Crazy Crimson became too much I searched frantically for that Unicorn Horn Pink to lighten it up. Sometimes I found it quickly and the bad days weren't so bad anymore. Often times I didn't though. Each day came closer and closer to that one dreaded hue and the bad days became worse. I always found it somehow though; I wouldn't be here if I didn't. Now I keep that light, fluffy pink near me at all times. It does wander off sometimes, but Not for long. I'm not ready for Gone For Good Black yet.

And it's not ready for me.

I'm a prisoner of sadness trapped in my own head, and I'm held hostage by these thoughts as they are slaves of my depression.

I slam into the bars of my cage in an attempt to escape my end, but the bars left bruises on my shoulders and my eyes filled with tears.

I pretended to believe that I could get out alive and now I know that these thoughts are going to kill me and there's nothing I can do.

There is no escape.

My sorrows weighted me down and down, deeper until the bars of my cage were no longer visible and I gave in to the dark nothingness. Though it was dark and cold, it held me tight until I was so cold it burned.

I felt a comfort as if the darkness was my family and this place was my home.

Then came the water that started to fill the cold, damp home I had taken refuge in.

It crawled up my body as cold as ice. I did not move.

It came up to my face and I watched it close over my head. Still, I did not move.

Death was inviting, like an old friend.

And that was the end of the girl I thought I could become.

That was the end of The Future Me.