Walk, walk, walk...
The hardwood floor clacks repeatedly... distressing, numbing...
Constriction - tightening...
Saunter, stroll, meander...
The mechanical whirring of a deceased electronic object...
What hums in this beleaguered corridor;
Shameless lay the forsaken.
A heart beats. Once, twice...
Thrice: the explosion of fluidity.
And the past dwindles as memories fade -
Assuage this wound.
Wherefore lies the elusive solace.
Yonder... leap for thy ledge.
Faith weaves a treacherous net.
Disembodies bulbs betwixt stark plaster -
Plastered on nothing.
The humming resumes;
The deceased have been exhumed.
Reality has not dawned; it has forcibly taken root -
In arid, seemingly uninhabitable soils.
The pitiful scene unravels, wincing disdainfully.
I stand.
Before me is she.
I stare.
She exists!
I exist.
We do not.
Hurtle towards the edge.
Smile, always. Scream. Scream until my lungs collapse.
I look up.
Up, up, up...
"Excuse me, are you sure that's pressed all the way?"
Fuck me.
