Grays #19 - MINDFIRE

Fire dances.  
Fire speaks. 
Promises and fallacy, I listen.  I ask it questions never answered, yet I listen as its tongues flick and shudder against my skin.
​  Crackling visions and shattered memories, it dances across the skin. 
Freya loved fire.  You love it now, my beloved, a gift sent from the ground.  Let it course over your mask, finally crack the porcelain that covers you.  
Will you not stir?  The ashes have risen.  It is time to wake up.  HE cannot hurt you anymore; HE does not twist your voice, it is only I.  Only us.  
  ...It is alright.  Here, let me help you.
  I'll carve into your feathers and peel back the husk to reveal your smiling face within.  You wear my canvas again and again, and I paint my skin with your colors, mixing it with the salt of my tears, slicing away at my mask until I am raw inside and out.  I feel The Beast in my bones; HE forms hooks from my marrow, and pulls my ether toward the void.

Tell me my art is beautiful.  Stroke my hair from my face.  Play.  Play.  Play with me.  ...Or tell me who can.  Who can stay the knife, who can stay the hand, who can pull me from HIM.  He waits for me in the dark; a canvas of dusk and metal and teeth.  
  Let this dream become a nightmare, no, let me wander just a bit more.  I see you, I see HIM.  The hooks tear and bind, bleed and pull.  Surrounded by ash and smoke, I trace your lines in the cosmos, and wear your scent as the fire dances. 
Show me, Freya.  Show me the feather.
  Watch as it traces the many faces surrounding her.  Secrets.  Musings.  Accusations.  A river.  A tower.  A lady.  An egg.
A face.  New lips.  Onyx hair, soft curves, and inviting eyes.  Yes, an Invitation.
  She kept your feather; tucked it away as something precious.  You have passed your relic, Freya.  This form no longer your reliquary.  I the flames spread, and flinch as a sob enters my ears.  A child nearby - mewling and broken.
But not me.  I am not broken.  I am a dancer.   My wings are immortal, fire my blood, and pain my pleasure.  The hot air wisps under my white wings and I soar into the night.  

Every time you are lost, I find you.  Just hold on, my starlight.  
Do not blink.  Hold me in your gaze just a bit longer.  
Please don't blink...