Daydream

A host of ants scurry about the wall, going out to nourish their home; hidden behind one of the cracks created by the branch that broke through the wall.

The large and magnificent branch, looking so painfully twisted, that had broken through the wall, and spread all over it, blooming with such fragile blue flowers, and covering them with leaves painted crimson…

Freshly painted, dripping blood, spattering it all around as the wind whispers through the leaves…

A paintbrush gently scrapes a leaf, picking up the color it required, as the painter continued to work, painting butterflies on her body. Standing underneath the slow drizzle of blood, lost in her work.

Two children giggle as they run around, unaware of the blood being rained upon them, too busy lost in their game, of trying to steal a severed human head from each other…

Except one of them is better, faster, and she won’t let him take the head from her arms.

So he grabs her hair and pulls her to the ground, using the head as a weapon to bludgeon her with, raining blow after painful blow… each cracking and breaking sound echoing around the room…

The painter sighs as she takes another swipe off a leaf, and draws a straight vertical line across her wrist, dropping the brush onto the floor as she starts to work on the wall with her bleeding hand…

After he deems it sufficient, he stops and gazes at the trophy in his hand. The head still dripping blood onto the floor, its nose broken, and missing the teeth that were now stuck in the moaning girl’s skin…

The painter sighs as she leans against the wall, sitting in her own blood, as more drops slowly rain down upon her… And the crimson butterflies on her skin start to take flight, separating from her painfully, tearing the flesh from where they emerged…

And he holds his prize close to his chest, unaware of the girl’s painful screams of anger as she pushes herself up, standing battered and misshapen behind him, limbs broken and jutting out or jointed at various unnatural places…

And she forces him to the ground, attacking him like a beast; hitting him, biting him, tearing his skin apart…

The painter closes her eyes, as the last of the butterflies break away from her face. Lying beneath the words that she’d scrawled on the wall over her… Fuck me up…

And when the girl is done, she claims the head, running away as the boy gets up again. Smiling at him with her broken smile, missing the teeth that had either been knocked out, or were imbedded in the boy’s skin…

And they laugh and continue their game…

Jack… There’s something terribly wrong here…
Yes love, it’s you…

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Just a daydream I had in my school van today... I'm usually half asleep in the mornings...With daydreams like this... I wonder if the fact that I don't dream is actually a blessing...

Hmm... the last part...Is me talking to myself...And no, my name's not Jack... he's just... one of the voices in my head...