Kringle

Kringle

He was ever so gorgeous. He stood with his arms open, palms up, wearing a faded blue cloak. His black hair tumbled down his back as he stood still with a peaceful look on his face in all his glory. And I walked.

I walked through the broken shards of glass in black and white stripped tights. The glass dug into my feet, puncturing the skin. My arms were out stretched in front of me, reaching for him. He was like a beacon that led me through the darkness to his holy light. Warmth surrounded him that was all but pureness and good. But, through all that goodness, there was something in his eyes. A glimmer, or a hint of a shadow, a twinkle of the unknown.

He was so rancid and beautiful, and I’d like to keep him here with me so I can tell him that. Sometimes he would take a pill, and it was like his halo was slipping down, perhaps to choke him. I walked on still through the glass, getting closer still. I was almost there, when suddenly you aren’t there anymore. I look again, and search for you, but you have vanished into the air, and you are no longer here.

My feet hurt, and I lift one foot to examine it. The shards of glass, small and large, are lodged into my feet so far they touch the bones on top of my foot. The severed pieces of flesh hang freely, waiting to be torn off, as I brush it gently with my hand.

Where could you have gone, I wonder. Putting my foot down, I look around again in some hope to find you. Looking to the left, I see you. I’m running out of air, and the clouds are like a prison, and the rain falls on my skin making tiny holes. Nothing hurts anymore, as I feel like I’m suddenly burning as I see you. Hanging… by your skin with giant hooks that pierce your flesh in the shoulders, biceps and forearms. I inhale the damp air around me and smell death now. Your head is gone.

Vegeta opened his eyes and breathed in calmly, part of his brain half expecting to smell death. He let out a shaky breath and tried to collect himself, murmuring to himself that it was only a dream.