Bleeding Eyes

The breathing of your lungs is a surprising development.

From what you can remember, you are supposed to be dead.

Not that anyone or anything told you this, there is just a feeling that hangs over your body, one that recommends your decay.

The smell of blood and ash coats your senses before you even open your eyes.

As you pry your eyes open, the sky above you looks... odd.

The blackness feels like a ceiling, not an endless void.

You can't imagine what else it would look like though, as this is all you know.

You sit up, the blood soaks your chest.

You are in perfect condition.

You stand to your feet, your knees creaking for a moment before coming to be adjusted.

You look around at the miserable landscape:

Trees bend away from you, leaves incinerated.

Grass is nonexistent for miles around you.

The dirt itself is scorched, from you.

You began to walk, as you always do.

The dirt makes an unsettlingly low amount of noise as you traverse your waking nightmare.

Right foot after left, breath after breath, glance after glance to the empty horizon, you make your way somewhere.

Eventually, the grass and trees came back.

Worms danced across the dirt with other bugs.

Life teemed without you.

It isn't as though it didn't love you, but it just went on.

Eventually, as the trees grew thicker and thicker, it became hard to see through the dense forest.

Right foot after left, breath after breath, glance after glance to the forested horizon, you make your way nowhere.

Eventually, nowhere lead you home.

A cabin sat on the edge of a lake in the forest.

You wandered on the door and stepped on what was yours.

I answered after you knocked, but you spoke before I answered the door.

"I love you." You said aloud.

I tried to open my bleeding eyes, but they kept pouring out tears.

The door was already open.

I pushed your body out the window and towards the lake edge.

I rolled your corpse to the lake edge, and whispered a prayer to your ear:

"Oh,

That the heavens may sing again,

That I can whisper death upon your lips again,

That you can answer the door one day,

That you kill me on the day you forget you love me.

Amen,

To the god above who keeps whispering my name."

As I pushed your body into the lake,

You found yourself breathing again, which was surprising.

From what you can remember, you are supposed to be dead.

Love,

Someone who wished you were real, or awake.