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The road darkens quickly; it turns and sways and tapers off into an unseeable zenith. The gravel cracks and rolls underfoot. This road peels skin off of knees. This road rips palms to shreds but I've traversed it many times; I can recall each boulder and each protruding limb. I nestle between the crags and I bathe in the starlit puddles. The water is murky and littered with bottles, with pens, with Barbie dolls. It is lukewarm. I revel in my shivering, pruning skin. I walked along its path yesterday. I closed my eyes but I listened well. Unholy silence. I lifted my foot and triumphed a broken branch that always exists. I could run this road blinded and gagged. I dipped my toe in a puddle. Time wouldn't let me bathe. Darkness fell beyond my eyelids and chilled these fragile shrouds. I leapt over a crag. It has grown since I've been gone. I fell into its depths. It isn't a crag at all: it is the end. This road has broken off and it dangles children's toys off a precipice. I am still falling. The wind lashes at my eyes and dries out my tongue. I am blinded and I am gagged, but I do not know this road at all.
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Oct 4, 2016
Oct 4, 2016 at 3:11 PM UTC
Malleable Crest
The road darkens quickly; it turns and sways and tapers off into an unseeable zenith. The gravel cracks and rolls underfoot. This road peels skin off of knees. This road rips palms to shreds but I've traversed it many times; I can recall each boulder and each protruding limb. I nestle between the crags and I bathe in the starlit puddles. The water is murky and littered with bottles, with pens, with Barbie dolls. It is lukewarm. I revel in my shivering, pruning skin. I walked along its path yesterday. I closed my eyes but I listened well. Unholy silence. I lifted my foot and triumphed a broken branch that always exists. I could run this road blinded and gagged. I dipped my toe in a puddle. Time wouldn't let me bathe. Darkness fell beyond my eyelids and chilled these fragile shrouds. I leapt over a crag. It has grown since I've been gone. I fell into its depths. It isn't a crag at all: it is the end. This road has broken off and it dangles children's toys off a precipice. I am still falling. The wind lashes at my eyes and dries out my tongue. I am blinded and I am gagged, but I do not know this road at all.
#confused#lost#fall#cliff#children#road#bewilderment#toys#navigation#zenith
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dillonleehe
Oct 4, 2016
Oct 4, 2016 at 3:11 PM UTC
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