Friday 1 June 2012

Slumber


 I stand in the shadow of the buildings waiting, waiting for him to come. It's been past 30 minutes since i'd been struggling to hold the complicated human-made metal through my slippery fingers. To put it inside the overcoat would have been a terrible risk to take. i kept waiting..................................................
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As i walked on the boulevard of music strings, i felt sick. it was moving.shaking.swinging and flowing smoothly. i jumped from on to another. but it was all the same. the same curves, the same twist, the same warp.



then i fell,

slowly

very slowly

till the abbys.

but,

there were more

deeper

and deeper

and deeper.

finally, i fell into a mass of oil, thick, black oil. i tried to breath but i couldn't. it began to ran, that mass of polluted oil. ran so fast with thousands of feet....ike a centipede. ran towards my nostril and slide down the throat to the stomach, and it dances there swriling around like the hindu god, shiva.







And it turned into a snake.yes, a snake. a cobra. wriggling out its tongue. flickering a million times. its tongue grew, rapidly. turn into fresh greenish buds of a creeper. a pumpkin, or a grapes. i dont know.

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