Author: sunshower PM
A lit match furling away the corners of my vision in black and red.Rated: Fiction K - English - Fantasy - Words: 121 - Reviews: 3 - Published: 08-28-08 - Status: Complete - id: 2565230
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The pencil twirls the protat.
Spiralling loops skimming the scourer carpet floor.
Spinning my head on its axis.
Translocating my mental processes.
The carpet is a soft dirty blue storm.
And my eyes are a sapphire compass.
My hands are gravity's plaything.
And my heart is chocking on gasoline.
Spinning on the edge of control.
Viruses rise with the dust.
Swarms and streams of molten disuse.
A lit match furling away the corners of my vision in black and red.
I am sitting in a chair.
Suddenly caught up, cut out of the newspaper.
Plastered to the wall.
And blinking in sudden surprise.
People are walking past.
But I don't see them.
Ghostly figures playing word games.