
The spines of wilted twigs splayed across beds of Autumn leaves crackle beneath my weight. With each springing step, my toes crunch at the touch of brittleness. My heart banging on the door to my brain, screaming, begging for help! "Please!" BOOM BOOM BOOM "Please! Let me in!" BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM "HELP ME! PLEASE!" BOOM
Ringing. High-pitched ringing flooding my eardrums. Muffled. Words, maybe? I'm doing my best to focus lenses that have shattered yet somehow manage to remain intact. Blinding. Light? My sights set on hearing what is causing my deafness. BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM "PLEASE!"
One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Where am I? AM I? I AM.
"Justin, time for the bate dated two years prior." A death occurred in the place of a wrongful doing. Or rather a being. No one really understands what's going on. What's been going on for some time now.
BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM "HELP ME! PLEASE!" BOOM
Crisp air sting my rosy cheeks while fresh tears run along with me. Downstream. Follow the flow of her rivers. Bend at the knee to sip of her. Chivalry inspires the shivers down her back. Only then will you dip in her.
BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM The door suddenly pries open. Shadows lurking around corners I'm not so sure actually exist. "HELLO!" Silence settles heavily upon my beat. In all of its darkness, the descriptions etched along the walls prove it once to be home to light. "Thank you for opening the door for me!" I shout, hoping who or what could hear.
About the Creator
A. A. Mor
Creation itself absorbs the energy we inhabit within and out of reality. Illusion is our greatest asset and our gravest downfall.




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