09-09-2020, 08:01 AM
COLD. LINOLEUM ICING MY GROWING PAINS
WATCH THE CEILING FAN TURN ITS SHAPE AGAIN
MY THREADS ARE COMING LOOSE
Before the strike that split the roiling depths painted in harsh, monotone hues heavy the cloying press of overcharged atmosphere, distinct the inorganic tang present in each breath. Deep each taken, held for a few moments before —
Bright the sudden illumination flooding their room in a stark white gleam, moments proceeding before thunderous clap filled the brief lull. Shakey the breath seeping between clenched teeth, taunt muscle growing lax without the looming threat of another strike imminent. Long since had been shuttered the near permanently opened window yet to it attention drifted, silent their observation of each droplet gathered on the transparent panes. All too soon disturbed their illusion of peace, dark the grey plume arising among the twisted crown branches had come together to form.
Thoughtless their hasty departure, sodden the grains they raced across, brief their stumble as the transition from sand to soil was made. Picked up their prior speed in a few steps, all too soon momentum forced to a clumsy halt. Too late. Acquaintance been made with aunt in prior days though short each excursion into the depths she had deemed her own, lost among the few memories clung to, prioritised over others as their numbers were slowly depleted. Held their tongue as they looked to Rosemary for a moment, upward drifting their gazes until all they may see the burnt husk left in wake of all consuming flames.
Bright the sudden illumination flooding their room in a stark white gleam, moments proceeding before thunderous clap filled the brief lull. Shakey the breath seeping between clenched teeth, taunt muscle growing lax without the looming threat of another strike imminent. Long since had been shuttered the near permanently opened window yet to it attention drifted, silent their observation of each droplet gathered on the transparent panes. All too soon disturbed their illusion of peace, dark the grey plume arising among the twisted crown branches had come together to form.
Thoughtless their hasty departure, sodden the grains they raced across, brief their stumble as the transition from sand to soil was made. Picked up their prior speed in a few steps, all too soon momentum forced to a clumsy halt. Too late. Acquaintance been made with aunt in prior days though short each excursion into the depths she had deemed her own, lost among the few memories clung to, prioritised over others as their numbers were slowly depleted. Held their tongue as they looked to Rosemary for a moment, upward drifting their gazes until all they may see the burnt husk left in wake of all consuming flames.
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