09-10-2020, 01:02 AM
DO YOU LIKE HURTING OTHER PEOPLE?
YOU DON'T KNOW WHO YOU ARE...?
YOU'RE NOT A NICE PERSON, ARE YOU?
Baseless cycle, repetitive action staged during stretched hours simply fading into the next without reprieve of break.
Short those he had seen pass, collected into a pitiful frame to which easy tally may be ascribed, yet it bore no importance. Too long had he been left stagnant, one among many, a face lost in thriving crowd. Against missed sheets blunted claw tips dragged, heavy the curling twist adorning dark lips, mess the split flesh further ruined by grinding teeth. Harsh the gathered buzz, the tingling pressure building along taunt stretch of muscle, trapped insects creeping along the inner seam of his skin.
Harsh the clatter, fabric replaced by wooden boards scarred from prior exploits, careless in traversal along short, familiar halls. Closed many doors, shuttered away the lives that had begun alongside his own, separate entities yet bound together. Brief the moment of halt before one door, time in which ponderance over the intelligence behind disturbing one possibly housed within. Rejection of notion quickly rose and on did chimera continue, unimpeded his exit.
Always others, life gathered in loose assemblance, hollow ringing empty small talk to fill the space silence seeks to carve for itself. Ignored all in favour of ceaseless wandering, destination a distant notion, savoured the act of movement. Too soon the buzz arose within twisting thought, touched against forefront of mind with a demanding pressure, dark lips shifting until worn annoyance in a sneer.
An open window.
Upward had skipped half lidded vision, widened at the observation noted with a few flicks of ragged, tangled tail. Thoughtless the forward charge Butch made towards the opening, fool the one who simply wished to allow the heat and fresh air inside. Against hut exterior claws scrabbled for purchase, none found and numerous the times he twisted with a swallowed yelp, streaked once a coat of monochrome hues with clinging grains.
Grown sick of constant failure belly brushed along the sand and as much force as lanky body was capable of exerting pushed him up, over sill paws sliding. Between did teeth close, chips of paint falling across tongue as he slide back, low the pitch of whine he could not stilfe as back legs pedalled wildly, seeking purchase even as he strained to pull himself into the abode he knew not belonged to his aunts.
Short those he had seen pass, collected into a pitiful frame to which easy tally may be ascribed, yet it bore no importance. Too long had he been left stagnant, one among many, a face lost in thriving crowd. Against missed sheets blunted claw tips dragged, heavy the curling twist adorning dark lips, mess the split flesh further ruined by grinding teeth. Harsh the gathered buzz, the tingling pressure building along taunt stretch of muscle, trapped insects creeping along the inner seam of his skin.
Harsh the clatter, fabric replaced by wooden boards scarred from prior exploits, careless in traversal along short, familiar halls. Closed many doors, shuttered away the lives that had begun alongside his own, separate entities yet bound together. Brief the moment of halt before one door, time in which ponderance over the intelligence behind disturbing one possibly housed within. Rejection of notion quickly rose and on did chimera continue, unimpeded his exit.
Always others, life gathered in loose assemblance, hollow ringing empty small talk to fill the space silence seeks to carve for itself. Ignored all in favour of ceaseless wandering, destination a distant notion, savoured the act of movement. Too soon the buzz arose within twisting thought, touched against forefront of mind with a demanding pressure, dark lips shifting until worn annoyance in a sneer.
An open window.
Upward had skipped half lidded vision, widened at the observation noted with a few flicks of ragged, tangled tail. Thoughtless the forward charge Butch made towards the opening, fool the one who simply wished to allow the heat and fresh air inside. Against hut exterior claws scrabbled for purchase, none found and numerous the times he twisted with a swallowed yelp, streaked once a coat of monochrome hues with clinging grains.
Grown sick of constant failure belly brushed along the sand and as much force as lanky body was capable of exerting pushed him up, over sill paws sliding. Between did teeth close, chips of paint falling across tongue as he slide back, low the pitch of whine he could not stilfe as back legs pedalled wildly, seeking purchase even as he strained to pull himself into the abode he knew not belonged to his aunts.
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