Shrieks still lingered....
Most of the customers were now hiding -- all over -- peppered throughout the bank. Some were only partially hidden, taking cover behind objects smaller than themselves. Those out in the open, lie-in-wait - tensed, like armadillos.
Something ****** had happened here.
This placed was stained with a fresh coat.
He stood over her (the guard from earlier, that is). The lights flickered on & off, as if power to the whole metropolis was about to cease;
& then it did...
The bank went black, as did all of the other surrounding buildings. The guard vanished in the lack of light, but he was still there; he was still close by.
If she was conscious, she would have heard him breathing & panting -she would have heard the dull commotion, which had coincided with his breath. She would have heard the muffled boxing, which ignited around her lying-self.
He felt as if his muscles were going to tear. His triceps & thighs shook uncontrollably. He had nothing left to sweat out; he had saved nothing - not an ounce - for the aftermath of these quakes; for the aftermath of the match, which had felt like an interminable marathon.
He had nothing left to sweat out,
but rain still poured outside, beating on the building like a ruthless drummer. An ensemble of sirens then wailed, as well. Their sounds traveled in all directions; however, some grew closer -- louder -- but it was far too late...
Not one shadow could be seen. Nothing could be seen,
except for when silent-lightning cracked, flashing through the tall, barred windows of the bank.
No one could be heard. Nothing could be heard;
the shrieks no longer lingered. Following the flood of light, however,
rolled in -- the sound --
…& then two eyes emerged with this new noise.
"Hell-fire" eyes. Green flames, kissed
with a bit of blue. Glowing redemption, perhaps,
~~ burnt through the blackened bank ~~
Something had crawled & stood back up;
something then peered, inward.
Growing into herself, like heated copper -
metallic parts of herself formed larger pieces,
better suitable for bending.
Her morale swam far, with the torso of a swimmer.
Her spirit ran wild & strong, but efficient like a machine
with the legs of a sprinter.
Her mind bent reality, as a force twisted her back to life,
like a champion gymnast redeeming herself from a fall.
Her soul, redefined;
her essence, re-raised.
& time was bought
by the guard
who dropped --
to the floor --
within his grave,
which he, himself,
had sincerely made.
He chose to make it -
Her eyes ...God,
her eyes... glowed,
so ******* brightly....
Two giant pools
of some kind of green,
Her eyes pierced - quietly
-- surprisingly -- but with a degree of fury,
which could match the loudest of roars.
Her eyes -- like two crosshairs --
lined up with those doors….
...the doors to the office -
at the top of those steps…
which then flew
open, as the man in blue
He moved like a ghost, descending those steps -
blipping his way over, till he was face-to-face with those pools...
If he was a ghost, she then stared at him as if he was already dead.
“ENOUGH!!! Enough of this!” he screamed. Madder than all-hell, he turned devilish red.
He sounded like an unhappy god, but those eyes only continued to peer back at him ...as if he was already dead.
She deeply inhaled & then snorted much like a bull, like a beast,
but his unusual blue-suit hung untouched, unstained, from his body, as her exhale spattered upon the glass -- from the other side -- on the other side, quite unexpectedly.
For she stood in darkness -- heated -- as fluid copper,
flaming green & blue... somehow, now -
outside of the bank.
An artisan pole vaulter -- with
the torso of a swimmer,
the legs of a sprinter, &
the contortions of a champion gymnast --
over the undesirable path, which this man in blue
had laid out for her. ...Like a machine, she had leaped
out of his crypt -- out of that icy vault -- up out of unconsciousness,
out of the bank.
Her spirit was wild,
& she ...ah, finally ...a true
The man in blue’s eyes widened, as he held his gaze.
He -- at long last -- failed to hold is composure; he was blindsided, enraged.
....Or perhaps she was the one who held his gaze -
who widened his eyes -- made them tear --
who filled him with rage.
(Her own rage....).
His innards burnt as hot as her eyes. She was recycling the remaining heat from the hurricane squalling about outside -feeding fire to the man pin-striped in blue. Regardless of who held whom, they locked eyes -- like eagles locking talons -- in the darkness.
In the darkness, her brightness - began to burn-away at blue.
The air occupying the metropolis settled, as it finished cooling.
She had continued channeling this energy till the man in blue suffocated from the pressure & burnt away
- taking down the entire bank in this vehement blaze,
...by her unanticipated glory.
If he was a ghost, then she was a phantom -
If he was a ghost, then he had faded...
If he was the fated, then she was the fate-r,
then she was his maker.
....A Valkyrie of horror,
who embodied life & death,
stained in rage, as well as love....
Her eyes glowed so brightly --
two pools of...
“Fuuccckkkk,“ one of the astronauts murmured,
tearing up, as the team continued bracing themselves for impact; the velocity was incredible.
The shuttle then collided into a sea, where they plunged deeply -- now, a submarine --
immersed in a speckled shroud of stars.
They had only wanted to return home....
They had only sought for a haven...
...a haven they could call "home."
They did not know if they had arrived,
or how far they had flown, but still
something about them lingered -- remained --
regardless of location -
hope for a forgotten garden,
Continuation of a piece called "Firefly." Will come back to this tomorrow or over the weekend I suppose. Anything is up for change, as everything always is. Yawn, night everyone.
All of my love.