Hey guys! So recently I've been writing a lot of abstract poetry, and I thought this was a good place to share it. This first one....well...I can't really decide what to call this one. It's more than just a short story, but it has no rhythm or beat or format. Maybe a free style poem? Well whatever it's supposed to be, here it is.
Shattered Sky
I pick up the pieces,
of a shattered sky.
The infinite shards that stretch on forever.
I think back to what brought me to this never ending moment.
I couldn't think,
I couldn't breathe.
The dark fog that had already clouded my vision became smoke. Dry, burning ash blackening my lungs. Lungs that now matched my smoldering heart.Smoke, ash, Life-choking blackness. I try to scream, but all I hear are the futile sounds of my throat constricting. I am choking on myself. Black spots are somehow dancing across my vision, even though all has gone dark. I must be dead or dying. I cough, an awful, rib-wracking hack,and somehow air clears through, flooding my flaming lungs with Life. The scream that has been forced back now scrapes out my throat, piercing the stillness. Finally, I can breathe. And then I hear it. The sound hits me so hard I fall to my knees on a ground I didn't know was there. But the ground is shaking, jerking, jerking so violently I can't think. A deafening, earth-breaking roar bounces off the air, each one louder than the last. My head splits, and I clutch at it, as if that will make a difference. The ground beneath me cracks into unfathomable chasms, and somehow I don't fall through. Wind howls with the force and sound of a million hurricanes. This must be the end of the world. I am ripped away from the ground by the gale, hurled through the air at immeasurable speeds, only to be smashed against the hard earth, surely breaking every bone in my body. But I hardly feel anymore. Then the sky shatters, every piece of glass that ever was breaking at once, and I hear no more, see no more, feel no more. There is just dark and the blissful silence.
Five seconds, or a million years later, I open my eyes. Smoke, ash, fog, black, it is all gone. There is only blinding white. I am laying on what feels like hard earth. I try to stand but my legs no longer trust themselves.So I focus only on breathing and seeing. As my eyes adjust, I see the dirt earth goes on forever, rising up to meet the white at the horizon. Finally, I can stand. I hear a crunch beneath my feet. I look down to see what can only be called glass, everywhere. Each one light blue, with transparent swirls and splashes of color, like un-pricked bubbles. The shards go as far as the earth does, forever. An eternal jigsaw, that will never end, that will never be completed. This is all that is left of a once imperfect world. Time, hunger, thirst, exhaustion, they have no meaning anymore. There is only one thing left for me to do now. I start to fit the shards together, beginning a puzzle I will never finish, that can't ever be finished. There is no Time, there is no world. There is only Me, Infinity, and a shattered sky.
I know, it's kind of weird, it just came to me one night and I just kept writing until I had it all. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it, or at least found it interesting. I plan on sharing a lot of my work on here ( and it is not nearly as morbid), so keep an eye out, and I'll post again soon!
Torilinn
