« on: July 13, 2022, 09:14:24 AM »
Drip...
drip...
drip...
drip...
drip...
drip...
drip...
drip...
SOMEWHERE INDISCERNIBLE A CLOCK TICKED,
TICKED,
TICKED,
CLANG!
DAIGORO STOOD AT THE PRECIPICE OF A LONG HALL,
DEVOID OF ANY SOUND OTHER THAN THE PERPETUAL NOTING OF TIME PASSING,
TIME PASSED,
TIME INDEFINITE.
A FEELING OF EMPTINESS PROTRUDED FROM HIM MEETING THE MUTUAL WEIGHT OF THE CRUMBLING RECESSES THAT SURROUNDED.
FILLING A SINGULAR POINT, THE HALL APPEARED TO STRETCH ON,
ENDLESS, BEFORE HIM,
HIS EYES MET THE CURTAIN AT THE FAR END WHERE THE THIN CARPET RAN,
LIKE A LINE TRAVELING FROM THE TIPS OF HIS TOES INTO INFINITY.
HIS HEAD FIRM IN IT'S PLACE, HE LOOKED DOWN TOWARDS THE CARPET,
TRACING IT'S PATH LIKE A LOOSE HEM,
FILLING WITH THE UNMISTAKABLE DESIRE TO MOVE
BUT HE COULD NOT FORCE HIMSELF TO TAKE A STEP.
EYES STILL FOLLOWING THE LINE THAT TIED HIM TO IT'S END.
IT WAS NOWHERE TO BE FOUND.
THE SPACE AROUND HIM APPEARED TO SWELL,
WALLS GAINING A PRESENCE WITH EACH MOVEMENT OF THE UNSEEN HAND OF THE CLOCK.
TICK, TICK, TICK,
THE BLOOD PULSING THROUGH HIS BODY COULD NOW BE FELT,
HEART FINDING THE RHYTHM OF EACH PASSING SECOND.
AGAINST HIS TEETH NOW PRESSED HIS TONGUE AS IT PULSED WITH THE SAME RHYTHM,
FILLING THE SPACE WITHIN HIS MOUTH.
ATTENTION DRAWN FROM THE FEELING WITHIN TO THE CURTAIN AHEAD,
THE HALL SEEMED TO HAVE GROWN,
FURTHER, FURTHER, FURTHER;
STILL HE COULD NOT MOVE.
EACH BEAT BROUGHT SOME UNNERVING SENSE OF SWELLING WITHIN HIM MORE PRESCIENT,
THE DISTANCE BETWEEN HIS WILL AND HIS BODY FURTHER,
THE MUSCLES WITHIN HIM FILLING WITH BLOOD,
STAUNCH,
UNMOVABLE,
BEATING,
TICKING,
TICKING,
TICKING,
TICKING...
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