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It sweeps through the city like ash on the wind.
Tiny, microscopic germs fill lungs and homes, filling hospital beds and morgues. It infiltrates the deepest of bunkers and basements, but manages to avoid planes or boats.
In a matter of days, it goes from a thriving city to a ghost town as the rest of the world watches silently.
I'd of mentioned this before, but
i couldn't quite think of the right way to
Phrase it--
To makes the vowels and consonants
Flow into words,
Sentences,
Structured paragraphs.
There's no easy way to say it--
I can't just drop it into conversation,
Dark secret splattering our
Tentative romance like spilled milk
All over my kitchen floor.
"Go forth," he murmured. "Walk the paths that lead deep into the forest, and bring back what you find there."
Her tears fell, shining droplets splashing onto the red cloth of her basket as she walked into the woods.
She walks down the halls, tall black heels click-click-clicking against the cracked floor. The spirals twisting down from her fluttering eyelids attract attention; as do the red leather skirt and spiderweb blouse. She notices the stares and smiles, lipstick splitting into a grin. Oh, she's not ordinary, not anymore.
the roots sink down into the concrete like
otherwordly tentacles, ensnaring
nutrients from the earth
Below, capturing water and
Producing nitrogen from
Broken, barren soil
I hear the drumbeats and guitar riffs leaking from under the closed white door. Shrieking passing for singing, wondering, "Why didn't they ask me to join? I would have been better than that," But the only answer is the boom of bass and tinkling of tamborines, so I walk on.
Deep booms sound outside my window, followed by brief flashes of light cast off by the weapons of gods. They illuminate my bedroom and myself, huddled under plaid covers and counting frantically, the beats between the booms and flashes, trying to determine whether my fears are travelling away from me or drifting ever near.
The ticket came in the mail.
Not by owls, as I might have hoped, but in a small white envelope. And upon opening it, I discovered that it was, strangely enough, for a train at King's Cross. So I packed my bags, and boarded the train.
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