13.12.21
00:10
You sat by the window of a local bistro and chewed a bit of an earthquake failing mass destruction. You swallow small bites forming a debris of stories inside your stomach to digest. It aches, it aches more and more with each morsel you consume. It tastes bitter. Bitter than the words you were stabbed with. Bitter than the bitterness in the eyes staring at you from the other corner. You gulp a drop of water cracking your tongue and taste the wine of floods making you choke on your own corpuscles tearing down your skin in infinite pieces scattering in different realities. It hurts. Hurts more with each passing minute. You could be your own thunderstorm emerging in your respiratory tract. Your breathing is slowed down for the storm has already damaged a part of your lungs. You faint and dream of your flesh getting decayed inside a volcanic eruption. It burns. Burns more than your skin getting injured in the forest fires. You could be a tsunami showered by lightning striking inside your heart maddening the currents. You pay the bill turning yourself in ashes and leave.
/// been awhile, how's everyone holding up?
YOU ARE READING
words don't come that easy.
PuisiI've tried. but i've always failed to contain these thousand words in a few sentences, maybe im bad at expressing macro feelings in the few words that I'm limited to. you might think you know me enough because it's been a long time since i first wav...
