KittykatMWuster

From my pedestal a thousand years in the future, I see the sky blurring by. The present time has no definition. It is now,    where I stand;    and I have a billion feet that stand then and after    all at the same time. (Time is merely a nursery rhyme -    things the sky says as we go to sleep. Day after day, our footsteps are the same.) Here I stand now, on my pedestal, on the silent shore of then and after,    and I discover that time is merely a single footstep    compared to the billion footsteps of us.

The crows outside hiccupped their hoarse syllables to the dawn. The alarm clock inside warbled equally hoarsely, as if desperately mimicking the creatures outside. Under swaths of blankets, the Woman floated up and out of sleep – slowly, slowly; her eyes were blurred and not yet awake. Her pale, slender fingers scrabbled for the alarm; finally, the long search concluded as a lucky poke silenced the sounds inside the house. There was a moment of quiet nothing when the Woman seemed to sink down again into her pillow and her dreams. Caw-caw-caw-caw-caw! ”Uugh!” Blankets were tossed aside as the Woman heaved herself up, stagg

dead wasp maimed - snapped wings cannot fly your soul has fled from your open black eyes i say you're gone, but as i sweep you aside you sting like you're still in there (so i leave you alone, 'cause i don't wanna dirty my hands anymore)