My great niece , a teenager, wrote this essay recently
I think it deserved its own blog entry
Chasing the Dragon
A shadow descends the desolate alleyway simultaneous with her ambled movements. Looming over, it threatens to engulf her into its murky abyss. It’s both unnerving and formidable – Not her. She’s hunched forward, eyes raised ahead, amply expanded yet sustaining a stoic guise of detachment and serenity. She is numb in the utmost physical and mental way. The only thing giving her away is the rugged pace of her breathing. She trudges forwards into the ominous unknown. The shattered glass of beer bottles forms a transient mosaic at her bare feet. She smiles and paints it in alluring shades of crimson as she walks. A gurgled laugh escapes her throat accompanied by a trickle of blood. It’s laced with cynicism and before she’s aware of what’s happening she’s laughing hysterically and her façade has crumpled like the decayed bricks she leans against for support. She slides down the wall and crumples to the ground. She is still laughing as she stares into her blooded reflection in the window ahead.
She gazed into the face of a dragon. Striking a match to her demise, she watched as an intoxicating trail of poison seeped from his lips. A transcendentsea of ecstasy and tranquillity leaving behind a path of internal destruction. The hypnotic thumping of base from Massive Attack’s “Black Milk” droned in the distance, followed by an unsettling passage of keyboards. His heavy stare bored into hers, taunting and temping, challenging her. She wanted to duel with him,to conquer her untamed desires and the savage beast which lay beneath her hooded gaze. She reminisced of a time free of such yearning and self-scrutiny,before happiness was such an alien concept and her soul was tainted by thethirst that consumed her very being. This only conjured images of their copious battles… his gentle embrace proceeding savage dominion, her frangible resistance proceeding assured submission. She’d always submit. From the moment he found her she was desolate... Whisped away in his smoke. She was no heroine, he was the heroin, and she could not resist.
“Eat me in the space within my heart”.
He released another seductive puff. So alluring, so sensual... She surrendered.Euphoria manifested itself in her lungs and she was elated ten feet in the air.Flying. She wondered if this was what death felt like, if only it felt so good. I am invincible, she told herself. Awash in the exaltation, she was suspended,cradled within a comforting cocoon of fog. Its tail snaked its way around her,kissing her scalp and caressing her skin. She had fallen in love with her capture.And then the smoke morphed into fragmentized glass and she was falling into gravities embrace. Soft acts of endearment were transposed with sharppunctures as tangible grains of reality clawed at her skin, drawing blood. The light refracted from the glass drowned her in an aura of luminescence, as thoughher form had been ignited on fire. She was jolted from descent as she collidedwith a hard surface while a thousand shards of glass showered down around her.There was no trace of smoke in sight.
Still. Her crumpled form no longer moves as I cast my gaze down on her from above, watching. Always watching. Scarlet permeates through her glass clad skin, intertwining with shattered fragments of prospect and aspiration in a puddle at her waste. The lone moon drowns her in a cold breadth of florescence,looming over and mocking the spectacle of her pathetic state. Matted eyelashesframe crusted, dead eyes which still fixate impassively on her reflection.Eventually, she succumbs to the shadows.
“God Stares to Marvel, Only Love.”
This is what I do. I anesthetize your dreams… I mutilate ambitions… I lure you in to a delusion of spurious security and devoir every cell of your anatomy before I whisp you to ashes.
I smirk and turn away, leaving to lurk the streets in wait of my next victim. The dragon does not chase you, you chase the dragon…
But who is the one that gets burned?
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