The door is open
moonlight, silver streaks
falling, crawling upon
the tatami mats, reaching
thin, long fingers into the room
But they cannot
touch
the clocks
I raise my face to the door
the open wooden frame
light wood like paper
the moon like paper
I sit in a paper room
with a papermoon
hanging above my head
shining crisp silver
The clock intones
and it echoes into my chest
My heart seems to respond
in kind
thump
thump
Then somewhere
deep within me
or perhaps
it is outwards, beyond the paper door
a dull thud
echoes like the temple bell
telling time
the time of something close to human
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Ambiance (Cellphone Novel)
FantasyA girl is enclosed in a temple where she is a prophetess. She only wakes to see the late afternoon sun. When she begins to dream of a second heart within, which beats to the rhythm of someone near her. My entry as part of the Team Dreams in @rskov...
