Key To The Blue Flame

Chapter 9

                    Where am I? I can’t see! I blink to see if my eyes are open. My mind and being are in the total absence of light. My unlit thoughts try hard to remember what had led up to the point where I came here or how that was even possible in the first place. I was at home and sleeping… ugh this doesn’t make any sense!

I have to figure out what this place is. I inhale as I comfort myself ‘don’t panic, don’t be afraid.’ I reach out to touch, to grab for walls, for something besides this utter darkness. I reach for the unseen light hoping that maybe if I believe hard enough, I will be able to grasp it and it open up for me, welcome me. But when I open my clenched fist and extended that hopelessly shaking hand, that trusting defenseless hand, the desperation out stretched to my ready finger tips.

I feel something, but it was so slight I hardly noticed. It’s cryptic way like… as if the darkness was creeping up my arm trying to plaster it’s slightly chilling grip on me, intending to cover me in a new found caliginosity although I’m already in the dark. I franticly shake my arm out and back step, my feet don’t land on the floor. It doesn’t land at all.

I am falling in the millisecond that my feet instinctively acted, cascading down in this un-illuminated space into more unknown darkness, with no light in sight shining below me to signal where my forever falling state really ends. I begin grabbing at thin air trying to cling on to something, anything! I close my eyes, am I going to fall to my un-seeable death, will I fall forever and then I open them.

I’m suddenly in a wide open grass plains, but the grass is dark almost black with dead white and yellow lilies in a trail… up to a coffin? It is a white coffin which stands on a platform lined with long lace in the pattern of flowers, it flowed all the floor and beyond, and it had blood splotches on the pure looking cloth making it give the impression of being hexed. The casket was open which gives it a tenebrous and strangely familiar and inviting feeling, it was the only thing here in this soundless, lifeless, open place.

The sky is an indigo color and there is no moon in the sky. I take a step towards the coffin and notice that the grass has turned into black water. I try to stay calm but my legs feel stuck in this water. I become more anxious because I hate the sea, it always seemed to be alive and that petrified me. It’s so black; I can’t see anything in it. This extensive vast seeming sea, with no land in sight, I have no where to run, to escape to with the only exclusion of that coffin.

I rather be stuck in that pitch darkness than here. I tug at my legs and move though the water the coffin my inevitable destination. The farther I travel though it to the only place I feel I can escape to ironically, the more the water seems to rise and thicken as if trying to keep me or stop me. When I reach it, it’s up to my waist. I climb the platform and close my eyes. I don’t want to see who’s in there! I can’t! I shouldn’t... I’m scared.

But still I open my eyes and look into the casket where laid the body of a girl. She was laying in a casket filled with blood and had on a white laced dress but the blood stained it. Her hands have scratches and dirt which are positioned on her chest. I tell myself that’s enough, no more! Do not look at the face! But my eyes continue to trail up towards her face.

Her drained powder colored face created it’s own light which holds a similarity to the moon which put her face in a contradiction, that made her look alive but never denied how it made her look so much more dead. Her powerful jaw gave her a strong and delicately feminine touch, with it’s rounded squared shape. Her nude lips are so chapped and purplish. Her features are so defined… so strong, so classic divine beauty. Her hair still held life since it looks so rich and dark wet with the blood she laid in. My eyes are closed with her fur like lashes brushing against her cheeks.