As well as working for FP, I am also developing my own writing, and here is one of the pieces I have written thus far that I hope you will enjoy reading:
The
Sun seduces me into a teetering security that will tip me from the edge when
darkness descends, and plunge me into the icy pool of my tormented nights.
Where
I just will the hours away.
I
open my eyes and I’m tangled in my bed of seething indecisions and tantalising
truths; sheets of my thoughts that are webbed over my body and scarred into my
skin. I thrash and struggle as the moaning room shifts and swims around me,
engulfing me in its metamorphosing energies, and spitting out my shaking form.
And
I will the minutes away.
My
thoughts become monstrosities as I wake in their quiver, and shiver in my soul.
I stop. And he’s there…watching over me from inside. I burn myself on the stake
under his glowering eyes and my heart pounds black blood to every cell of my
being.
As I
will the seconds away.
The
clock ticks ten times, and only moves a second. I lay suspended in my
frustrations as I drift, and lilt the room away. But he seizes my dreams, and
sucks my breath, feeding on the ash of my fear. I gasp for air, and wilt for
water as stabbing pain reverberates in my skull, and I retract into a coiled
spasm.
Where
I just will away any sense of time.
As
the morning dawns, it shrinks into the shadows, and bellowing winds hang from
my window. I count the minutes until the sun will rise and everything will be
lighter.
Where
the traffic in my mind, that drives me into this crash, will flow through the
day on the dusty roads.
Where
I can hide from myself and sparkle in illusions.
And
the clock ticks.
I wake up, and I'm asleep.
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