A craving…a desire so strong, to just let the chaos I feel around me swallow me whole. Gulped down with a swig of reality. My flesh being consumed by it’s own being. Such a random feeling, yet so familiar I’ve begun to find comfort in it.
Walking in the brisk winter air, my warm tears forming against the icy wind. Shielding my eyes instinctively like I shield my emotions. I can’t seem to help it any more than my eyes can. That shield protects me, but it’s not impermeable. It’s a one-way mirror…I can see out but others can’t seem to see in. Drained, I shuffle along and retreat to my room.
The spool of thread dropped, it rolls faster as I catch the end and try to pull it back. Unraveling closer and closer to the edge of the table, about to spill over the edge…where there’s no way of getting it back. My eyes are clouded. I can’t see how far away that edge is, nor how far the spool will fall. I can barely keep track of the spool as it turns out of control.
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Submission Name: Fallen Thread
