New Challenge: Allusive
Literature and art constantly refer back to each other using allusions, and this month's prompts are inspired by allusions to literature, myth, art, and history.
Originally written in June 2008 for my friend Vlad.
I owe and own nothing, even my life, of which I was in charge for as long as I care to remember. Twilight wreathes me as I look around and try to learn to breathe fresh air again.
They claim I discarded what was not mine. How can they be right? This inheritance of blood that belonged solely to me, only I could give away freely, without remorse, to atone for the hard truth. They yell at me that I provoked anarchy heedless of their protests.
I am dispossessed, and now I wonder whether I will still possess their hearts.