Rendezvous
15 September 04 : 04.59 AM
I dreamt that Dad almost saw the words tattooed by the small of my back. A doctor pulled my shirt up to reveal a tainted back. Except the words weren't there, but instead, large black withering angel wings was etched on my scapula. And when I lift the wings, my fingers bled and I instinctively let go. Beneath, another tattoo.
A name that I could not remember.
Dad didn't say a word.
Finch appeared in front of me. Finch, with his hulking body and limbs full of tattoos and amiable laugh. He asks, are you still getting the apotropaic tattoo? You wanted one. You wanted one... You wanted one...
The words just rang in my ears like dizziness. I ran away from him, avoided him, the way I do in reality.
I needed to find a way to get rid of the wings because they were hurting me.
But what happened after that, was completely obliterated from my memory when I woke up and I'm here believing the wings would never deliquesce.
It pains me so much that day after day I'm still here trying but
Vicki, you're just turning delirious from the lack of sleep. Sleep now, it's fucking 5 a.m.