Twilight by Sunrise

Death is my destiny. You cannot reverse it.

Lethargy clots my mind as blue glass scatters in shards next door. Is my haven really a few yards away?

Like a bird, I catch stray breezes and ascend to the universe, ignorant to the land below. Stars dangle and sway dizzily above me. I pluck one from the sky and toss it below, watching a streak of lightning flare submerged beneath felted clouds. A wish will be crafted and broken.

The sun illuminates itself, feinting bulbs of fire that unfurl to smoking blossoms. Distracted, asteroids fall to the soundless orb, perhaps their last memory a birth of new life.

I feel as if I've crossed into a alternative dimension, like the worlds the geeks in my class often discuss with palpable intensity. Perhaps this is an illusion after all.

But death is my destiny. Nothing will change my ultimate goal.

How will I die? It seems so often like a sylph slipping out of its chrysalis, a shell abandoned to be replaced by one of infinite value. Likewise, it may be an ornery firefly, flamboyant but unpredictable. Unless you seal it in a jar...

A faint glint of a translucent wine bottle glimmers ominously in the distance.

Ribbons of mist lace throughout my limp hair as a shimmering figure emerges from the shadows. I wince as trinkets of glass pound toward the floor.

A whirlwind of nostalgia then pricks the constant dissonance I find in my life. Everything suddenly appears disheveled and groggy, as if a massive outbreak of opium sleep had been succumbed into the world. My mother and father's lucid faces materialize in thin air, their expressions reflecting a banquet at a funeral. Like an oxymoron.

Skidding across limpid nothingness, I attempt to pierce Earth's atmosphere, though an unnatural force repels me back to my original destination.

Death.

Desperation radiates from my soul as another sickening crunch breaks the stillness. Blood-red rain glistens as it twirls down toward the threshold of my body, the one girl bathed in limelight. As my own tears ripple away, crimson stains my skin in an illegible calligraphy. Do they pity me?

I am lost in a forever daydream.

And death is my only destiny.ஐ