Hourly Slay the Princess

You raise your will to end your life. But as it buries into the space your body should be, you feel nothing at all. One of the many hands in front of you reaches forward, and gently touches the side of your face.
“There’s nowhere for you to be but here.”

You did kill someone. Greater good or not, something would be very wrong with you if you didn’t feel at least a little bad.

She asks that I tell you to remember her. You won’t.

I will long for your return. But it will give me time to reflect on what I am. We will meet again.

You’ve grown.

This one is consumed by instinct. A predator pushing those around her to adapt. She will make for a cunning heart.

You’re sweet! I like you too! You’re probably my favorite person other than me. Still gonna kill you though.

Your lover drives a stake into your body. And another, and another, and another. Do I miss your heart because I can’t stand to see it go?

This is a bad place. We're supposed to be together, but it keeps making us hurt each other.

“Who needs violence when you have love?”
“Who needs love when you’ve mastered yourself?”
“Who needs anything when we don’t matter?”

“I just want it to stop.”
“It will, in time. But you still have a ways to go before we are done. Know that I hold no malice for you.”

You know. I’m a big fan of winners, and you’ve got ‘winner’ written all over you. How about we stop fighting and team up? I’ll even let you be in charge!

I am everything that you have known me to be, but I am also none of it.

Just as you once were nothing, so have you become nothing once again.

I feel so cold. Is it because you’re gone?

She wound up a princess because you wanted her to be a princess. As to why? Maybe she needed to be beautiful. Important. Above you, but on a level you could still approach. A herald of things to come.

To question everything is to deny the truth in front of you. To live alone within the caverns of your mind is to trap yourself in them forever.

But agency requires action, and action requires an endless tapestry of events. In your final moments, would you remove action itself from reality?

These ones are a contradiction. A winding kaleidoscope of paths unwalked. They are stretched into a shape not unlike me, but it is a shape they cannot hold. They will make for a rich and vibrant heart.

Is that a guest I hear? Don't linger on the stairs. Come down and witness me.

A shiver passes through you as unseen fingers dance across your skin. They remember the violence you inflicted on them. And yet they don’t return it.

You’re nothing at all.

I am everything that you have known me to be, but I am also none of it.

“Maybe it’s her beauty that threatens the world.”
“Sure. It’s her beauty. Why not?”

But if we killed each other, then why are we here, right now, both of us normal and un-stabbed?

I don’t want to be a god. I want to be me.

Betrayal. ‘Every door you close on me is a door you close on yourself. Do you want to linger here, entwined with a creature you taught to hate you forever? Eternity never ends.’

You are bliss. Joy and understanding everywhere at once. Your soul threatens to fade away. ‘I love you.’

You are weightless and alone, suspended in the gravity of an idea too great for you to hold. The very ground beneath your feet loses its meaning. There is nothing but me.

Only with both of us is there a future to look towards. It is hope that carves meaning into being.