Written by Jacob Ibrag
The streets were paved with blood games and instant
gratification. This wasn’t a place for the living. You had to
be dead inside. It was unethical to be moral. Titan sized billboards
painted the city with the word ‘rule’ and a huge red X marked over it.
Rules are what used to be. Chaos was intertwined with the oxygen
that kept the people alive. Chaos is what she had to adopt in order to
survive. In yesterday’s utopia, she would’ve crumbled at the sight and
thought of struggle. Not today, this no limit wasteland freed her from
herself. This would be her playground, she would dominate everything
and everyone eventually. The light was for the weak. This darkness
quenched her thirst. This darkness unleashed the blindfold from
her eyes. She hunted death while her soul married
the shadows. Metempsychosis.