Substitutions, replace a truth, a chain of truths. It streams out, too late to stop. Nonsensical. I mentally slap myself, but its obviously irretrievable. Consequences I know not in the short.
Oozing from the slit, it grew until it filled the room with a slimy stench, suffocating even the brightest, blooming primroses. It infiltrated my nostrils, eyes and ears, making my face cringe involuntarily. What mess.
I see them float away, and then drift towards the glistening face of the rough, course sea water. It hadn’t occurred to me why I was looking at them. How I noticed them. A speck in the sky. Oh wait, they’re […]
rubbery feel to it