Reflections of a Void
by Chorus du'Challis

I feel no breeze, no sensation of touch.
My ears are deaf, though no sound touches them.
My eyes, my eyes though.
Body invisible, motes of light, little bubbles, drifting all around me.
Infinite reflections
They flow pass, never giving the pleasure of their touch.
Each iridescent bubble has a piece of something.
A doll, a pen, a ray of sunshine, pennies, many, many things.
A hinge. A rusty old hinge, someone has not bothered to replace.
A push, change in the currents of the bubbles, and the hinge bubble brushes across my face.

Warm, hard bed, snuggled sheets.
A door creaks slowly open.
Someone sneaks closer to the bed, cursing the hinge
I laugh softly, as someone climbs on the bed.
My heart flutters, my stomach clenches
He's over me, and I see a man's face.
Nay, a boy's face, he leans in closer, and our lips brush so softly.
His scent washes over me, my heart races.

Infinite reflections
The hinge bubble drifts away and is soon gone
I still feel the kiss lingering, my heart still racing.
Had I the chance, I would exist in that moment forever
A spear. Covered in blood.
The spear in a bubble, brushes me

Pain, screams, metal on metal, and the scent of death
A hazy battle field, friends piled all around
My hands are on a spear, covered with someone's, my blood
I feel it's pain violating my abdomen
The pain grows dull, I shiver
I only want to go to sleep
The world loses its color.

Infinite reflections
The spear passes away
These bubbles are my only existence
I don't want their touch anymore
A chicken leg. Half eaten.
I cringed as it lands on my shoulder

A dinner table with a father, wife, daughter and me
The food doesn't taste right.
My stomach fills with pain.
I glance at the wife, she smiles sweetly
All eat the same, except me. meat is my poison
Today it is my salvation
The father looks confused as I grab a chicken leg
I feel like retching, I feel dizzy
The pain subsides, but the pain of the heart remains
The daughter glares at me

Infinite reflections
I watch the bubble leave.
Behind is a large bubble approaching rapidly
Hunting me, I see nothing inside only a face on its surface.
Arms and legs flailing, trying to flee this horror

A wide green flat, nothing in sight
The horizon encircles, blue atop green
In all directions, except one
A woman seated on a chair, her back to me
Her shoulders wracked with sobs
Something familiar
I put my hand on her shoulder
She's not startled
She turns, brushing hair aside, I see her face.
She's…

One reflection
…I sit on a wide green plain, looking into forever