Esther Racah Writer & Literary Blogger

Tag: surreal imagery

  • An Evanescent Bliss

    An Evanescent Bliss

    An evanescent bliss came to me in my nocturnal dreams. It was like a bright flame that burned my heart, and I cherished it as a precious jewel. Although I knew it was just an ephemeral fantasy, it was my only treasure to live for. Until the day when my mirrors fractured, and truth became a deception.

    So much dismay was inside my trial bones that I couldn’t realise I was still alive. Nevertheless, I wasn’t able to admit my loss. I was still willing to embrace illusions and to ignore forgery. And, at the end, I saw everything that was lying behind my imagination.

    In a decrepit and dusty attic, I found chests of ambrosial delights laced with poison. They were there, on purpose, just to attract attention, but their intent was lethal. They were glad to offer delightful winks of bliss and joy in exchange for souls.

    I lost my euphoria, and every thrill of ecstasy faded away. My mirrors revealed hidden secrets to my heart. I had to encounter my dreads, and the truth I didn’t wish to disclose. Candies tasted bitter and toxic. My blood was tainted with venom and revenge. Turmoil devoured my heart and turned my blood into a scarlet curse.

    My misery transformed into chaos and resentment. I embodied the dungeon in which I was secluded. I became a victim of my own naivety, and it was too late to remove those poisoned, sharp daggers from my heart. What had teased me at first was now haunting me nastily.

    I had to touch the emptiness to feel the darkness inside me. Dreadful enchantments enticed me like familiar spells. I sank into the abyss of sadness and desired my own self-destruction. Grief was engraved in my heart, and I completely forgot every kind of evanescent bliss.
    Elisabetta Esther

  • Absolute Quietness

    Absolute Quietness

    Absolute quietness numbed me into a slumber that made me regret all my desires and reminded me of my foolishness. I might have forgotten who I was because of a plethora of my dispositions inhabiting my soul.

    I couldn’t clearly see what awaited me, since my fate was hidden beyond a gloomy swamp of illusions and deceptions. A forest of mangroves was discouraging me from advancing. Hence, I was retained by their leafy claws.

    I couldn’t discern between imagination and reality anymore, so profuse were the hallucinations I was enthralled by. I felt no fear or panic, but I could hear a lullaby of hoaxes tearing my heart with their delicate hooks.

    That hypnotic stillness was concealing my obliteration. A dreadful oblivion was awaiting me like adored prey. I had no choice but to become a tiny doll made of porcelain and withered flowers. And so I was cast away and I perished in dismay.

    All my lost dreams and eagerly guarded treasures resurfaced in the marsh of desolation and delirium. I had reached the edges of the realm of death.

    So forsaken was I in the chasms of my daydream that I had forgotten the presence of the stars on a majestic winter night. Truly, I had sought too long the sense of my existence, and I had never found it.

    In my absolute quietness, I had found chaos and tragedy. There wasn’t even a fragment of hope that I would be redeemed by my destiny. I had been cast away by the luminaries that glimmered in all their magnificence.

    The moon hid behind gloomy clouds so thick that it was impossible to ignore their yearning for spells and magical hexes. The sky’s immense shadows touched my swamp, melting in it like ethereal soap bubbles.
    Elisabetta Esther

  • Love Like A Sweet Poison

    Love Like A Sweet Poison

    Love like a sweet poison seeped into the heart, and time no longer existed in the realm of the eternal night. Passion burned as an everlasting flame and it altered into eternal desire.

    A tenacious devotion was rooted in a ground made of ice and blood. And I stood among crimson roses and the nocturnal mist, under the sight of an eerie moon.

    The darkness enveloped me like a sumptuous dress wrapped around me. The faraway shadows of anguish and dread were chasing me as ominous ghouls.

    I was seeking ghosts that reminded me of lost loves while wandering accompanied by my madness as the only chaperone.

    No pang could ever touch me anymore since I’ve been depleted of my heart that was impaled on a dry branch of a dead tree, bleeding loudly like an incessant scream.

    My only way to exist was to roam erratically without any guidance. I was already dead. I had died a myriad of times in numerous ways.

    I had definitely forsaken the world of mortals, with whom I never felt any connection. I didn’t mind losing myself in that tremendous labyrinth.

    As far as I could proceed, I felt the nothingness swallowing me with delight. A storm had subjugated me and torn me to pieces.

    Not even a speck of me had been kept by the frozen soil, because a whirlwind had stolen my essence. I was held captive by the abyss of death and there were no expectations or delusions.

    I finally remembered as a long-lost memory that time no longer existed, when love seeped into the heart like a sweet poison. It burned slowly, transforming into eternal desire.

    And there I lay down underneath the soil soaked with ice and blood with my heart impaled on a dry branch of a dead tree, bleeding fearlessly and ceaselessly like a funerary elegy.
    Elisabetta Esther

  • The Realm Of Absurdities And Contradictions

    The Realm Of Absurdities And Contradictions

    The realm of absurdities and contradictions
    A world of pure bliss and madness
    Where dreams get lost and illusions blossom like flowers
    And in the abyss of despair and fear,
    The anguish held me trapped by their chains,
    With which they cruelly clung to me
    In their realm of darkness and madness.
    I, with all my heart, sought a successful way,
    a means to survive those unjust torments,
    But in my hands, I could not find
    a path of salvation and hope.

    The chasm before me made me glimpse my death.
    My future was marked as if my time were numbered,
    as if I could not enjoy the small moments
    That touched my mind,
    because of torment and the certainty of perishing
    overwhelmed my heart and clouded my mind.

    Shadows surrounded my figure as if they could confine me
    to a territory that belonged to them,
    scrutinising me with their cold and cynical gazes,
    Speaking a language I did not understand
    and whispering legends whose secrets I would never know.

    The sound of footsteps following me
    brought to mind all those dreadful encounters
    whose wickedness tore away a part
    of my veil of innocence and integrity.

    The sound of out-of-tune music boxes and grotesque melodies
    created images of folly and paradoxes,
    for I found myself in the realm of absurdities and contradictions
    where beauty was usurped by horror
    and where integrity was usurped by corruption.

    In this realm of hanging trees and hieratic statues,
    fires and flames burned unquenched
    like the brilliant stars in the sky
    whirling swiftly in the firmament above me,
    illuminating the dry, hooked branches
    of a twisted tree beneath whose shadow I had lain.

    Absurdity had become the sovereign of my fate.
    I was now at the mercy of capricious winds and rather contradictory events,
    Just as my miserable existence was entirely controversial.
    Elisabetta

  • My Ancient Books

    My Ancient Books

    My ancient books follow me wherever I go
    Like loyal companions in my silent and solitary quest
    They fill my imagination with wonder and delight, surrounding me with their dust of decay

    Surprised, but their magic capability to transform my life into a phantasmagorical realm
    Where everything is possible, and every wish of mine is granted
    I often gaze at them at night, and they leave in me a feeling of awe

    My ancient books beckoned me into the realm of fantasy
    Where I could embrace my frenzy and whims
    And nonsense could have been the guiding force of my wisdom

    Their pages concealed ancient arcana about sorcerers and witches, ghosts and shadows
    Welcoming me into a world where time didn’t exist
    And becoming gateways to lost worlds of imagination

    Under the pale moonlight piercing the veil of darkness in my chamber
    I sank into a deep trance as though under the influence of a magic spell
    And it seemed that each letter was bleeding like veins of ebony ink

    My ancient books became secret crypts
    Keeping their obsessive mysteries and enigmatic wisdom
    While I couldn’t flee from their alluring and captivating magnetism

    I was not a reader anymore
    I became a character in their stories and a tiny phantom trapped in their realm
    And I got lost in the maze of knowledge and madness

    My name was carved on each page
    And it felt as if the characters of my ancient books were calling out to me
    While I was more confused than ever

    Forgotten by all
    There was no memory of myself in the night sky
    I fell into the abyss of ancient legends

    The fissures within my senses became blurry lines
    I walked through infinite halls of cursed tales
    As if there would never be tomorrow

    Every word was echoing in my mind at the rhythm of my own heart
    While every page overflowed with gloomy remembrances
    Beguiling me still further into places where time is nullified and hope is void

    The ghostly company of nightmares and despair was all mine
    Every time my soul blended with those haunting rhymes
    And I became both a storyteller and a captive
    Forever entangled in the immortal embrace of my ancient books.
    Elisabetta

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