Save Me

Save Me

The vines coil around my legs. Their green thorns stick in my skin, binding the slippery branches to my limbs, so I'm unable to slither free. Blood cascades from the slits, the twisting, tightening tentacles cut through my flesh. Expanding from its roots, the plant grows thicker and taller. It leisurely winds up my body. Water falls like a wall on the beast, feeding its hunger. In my hand is a pitcher, pouring the life liquid in an endless stream onto my enemy. I'm the very source of its life, it thrives on my foolishness. If I just lift my hand, I can halt the flow and kill it, but some fascination presses on my hand, like gravity holds my feet down. I'm entranced by my own destruction. The vines twine further up my body, embracing my ribs with a violent force, that slows my breathing and quickens my heart beat. I'm captured in this moment because I let something inside myself control my body. I can't lift the pitcher, despite my screaming heart and my instinct to live. I'm killing myself here, alone. Beneath a bright sun I'm dying. Where else can I go, when I've betrayed myself? I stare up at heaven's sapphire sea with pleading eyes. Strengthlessly, crying, "Where else can I go? ...God save me," begging. Suddenly the clouds stretch and fall, creating the wings of angels, released from invisible eternity. Their master sends them to answer my last, hopeless cries. With silver swords of truth, their Lord's words, they speak death into my enemy. The running water ceases and my legs go soft. I hit the ground, violently alive. I doubt my own vision though, for how could it be so easy?