Nothingness
And then there are days like this when you come out of the shower clad in your pristine white bath towel and just sit on your bed and not move, not even think.
You just know it. You just saw it early this morning as you walked down the empty street and just looked over your shoulder, at the butchers, floor covered in fresh blood. So fresh that there are no flies yet , almost touching the road, touching you on the road, fresh carcass hanging, the insides of a creature being pulled out.
There is no hope. We are all doomed. Pieces of us die everyday, insides of you pulled out by invisible hands all the time, and sometimes all the scar that is left is an ache.
You feel a horrible, terrifying ache as you reach out and grope into space, tears in your eyes and crashing noises in your ears, teeth clenched hard, grinding against one another, hands still gesticulating wildly as your fingers clench an invisible throat, tugging hard just for comfort.
posted by Prat @ 2:37 AM
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4 Comments:
I wish to God I could not relate to this sentiment... but I can. And you've captured it beautifully. Sadly, but beautifully.
That's a poignant thought.....why does blood signify death to so many people....it is a sign of life, come to think of it.
Erosion not only changes the landscape, it alters us as well. As sad as that is we can take solace in the idea that we will all become part of the whole once again to find ourselves on the upswing of youth once more. We are part of that bigger whole and we will come down this road again in a different form. A different guise. A different name.
But the point in to pick up the pieces and move on... yes languish a little in that feeling but move on all the same.. not so easy but not so impossible either :)
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