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Heard on the Hardwood

By Willem IndigoPublished 7 months ago โ€ข 2 min read
Runner-Up in Somewhere Between Here and There Challenge
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Photo by TETrebbien on Unsplash

...turning feathers into acid quills, pops of elation, jaded inspiration

Huh--forgot it was this dark outside the dome of the desk lamp. "Hello?"

Don't startle the intruder, have a flashlight at a new angle. Trying not

to laser point the cheap seats, watching the watcher watch me blind

explore the trail of unseen gore for the meet and greet.

The juxtaposition to the Cricket's D7 flat that somehow comes off so

mean--is that a warning?! Can't yell hello again? "are you crazy?! find the

high ground." My ground lacks elevation, stands under me, reading into

my naive ego inflation of what-ifs on the other side of the door. Wait--was

that what the first creature(s) sent? I know something is about to ferment.

Is it the biology of the smoke it left of their fireproof mesh? Double

checking locks and screws, "jeez this paranoia is getting boring" said the

voices in the head--okay, where were we? Right, when the balloon pops, the

cocaine is going to feel like a burn at first-- "Damn! The fuck is that?"

gearing up for the wolf pack turning knobs and covering all my exits.

Whatever happened to Brexit? A name for your national blunder, leaves

marketing gurus in asunder. "missed opportunity...that knock is familiar

all day." Lights and the yard get more spacious, barely covers the brand

new corners, the only unforgivable guards lose might serving justice. Look

where this knock has led. To that thing someone said to me, "Level books

may be all you want, but there's nothing level at the top of the dome.

If I could remember the source, the work binge wasn't for nothing and

there be no need for the phone. That one had a drumline cadence, what

HBU is in my area? That one built off blood diamonds of the sweat shops

that WON'T eat? I laugh till the catcher nets an image. "should I even be

alive? What's the notion behind the strife? Should I give the killer the

knife? Alleviate the toying, since this Black Hole is getting savage. Has the

meds loss their hold--Oh! it's just you pooch. Damn you have a heavy tail.

Good night, Boy.

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About the Creator

Willem Indigo

I spend substantial efforts diving into the unexplainable, the strange, and the bewilderingly blasphamous from a wry me, but it's a cold chaotic universe behind these eyes and at times, far beyond. I am Willem Indigo: where you wanna go?

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  • Dharrsheena Raja Segarran4 months ago

    Wooohooooo congratulations on your win! ๐ŸŽ‰๐Ÿ’–๐ŸŽŠ๐ŸŽ‰๐Ÿ’–๐ŸŽŠ

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