|S e v e n S e c o n d s
Author: sunscraped PM
An old tidbit I found from at least a year ago. It's technically an ad for a story I never got around to writing. I hate my work.Rated: Fiction T - English - Angst - Words: 183 - Reviews: 5 - Published: 07-13-08 - Status: Complete - id: 2545008
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All it takes is thirteen seconds
T. h. i. r. t. e. e. n. s e c o n d s . . .
and even the yearning of the young
won't change that.
They say it's a fever that consumes me, burns me up with zeal and cynicism and might and frailty. I can't speak, but I can move, and from actions to reactions to distractions I am there. I can't seem to concentrate, yet I'm wholly involved in this tragic misconception of a chemist's nightmare. I know it's not good for me, but
acoupleouncesisallittakestofeelfreewithlightningspeedalittlesputterandsnifflingbutitiswellworththemechanicaldeathand e x h a l a t i o n
it's so exquisite...
like the finalized loss of a first-time mother.
It isn't a choice.
It isn't an option.
It's an i m p u l s e or e x p u l s i o n.
(And I'll be damned if it's the latter)