Monday, September 17, 2007
sleepwalking by the cliff.
[response]
she stood there, as the metallic monster rolled into the abyss. she stood there, eyes fixed on the carriage. and then, the glimmering tail of the abominable machine.
then, her gaze landed on the unknown darkness.
her hand reached for the scarf that was hanging limply around her neck. the soft cashmere sucked her palms vehemently. it was such an unfamiliar feeling. she twitched, and turned to search for another soul. the lift was empty and the escalator was just grumbling to itself. the track rattled in the wake of the beast and made no noise thereafter. and as though she was not quite convinced, she peered at the platform again. the station was still as bare as the cool steel that lay feet away.
no one.
just the ghastly chime of the clock at half past ten and a silent thud. she sat, back arched and head between her crumbled knees.
why? why?
the cavernous orifice answered no question, the response long muted in the rumble of the speeding train. her eyelids fluttered and tensed for a moment. she let a shot of air into her evacuated lungs and felt the scalding napalm cascading down her flesh.
what's there to know?
nothing, the grime-covered ground replied, as it consumed her anguish with thickened dirt. tap-tap, pitter-pat-pat-patter-tap. the darkened bits gleefully swirled in her liquid pain...
noone'sheretolook! mopeinyourownsickeningdespairforallicare! shameonyouhopelessstupidsillyslut!
but.. but... it just didn't...
oh c'mon, shirley! forty years! do you not know better? wake up!
her forearms casually lifted the damp fringe above her turgid eyes. she saw the path ahead. how comforting, she thought. how near, she wondered. how liberating, she dreamt. it was a glistening reality - and it lay within her reach. it was just there, where the silver lining was...
and the knell sounded.
again.
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