It was sunset, and the cake said eat me. I only meant to satiate my thundering stomach when I felt the horizon wrap its teeth around me in karmic vengeance, engulfing me in its infinity. From the spot where I thought my feet were planted, a hot and heavy breath rushes to fill my tattered sails with words better left to hushed midnight conversations.
I’ll spare you the details because I’m sure you’ve heard it before. A program meant to self-destruct before launch day, afraid of its own IPO. A button pushed by a hand that could never shake another in earnest again. A reflection that refused to open its eyes, fearful of its own powerlessness over the heavy chains of fate.
And yet there they were, floating in and out of existence, merrily marching along to the tune of a whimsical drummer. Mouths wrested from resting position to shine pearly lights onto the clouds ahead. Feathered rings on a milky sphere pulsing against an orifice thirsty for photons, a storm darting between fleshly flaps that forged paths through and away. A wrinkled platform, bony on one side and soft on another from which emerges segmented tendrils wrapped in skin and hair and further tendrils stem with more capped by a single shiny scale emerged, gripping and pulling and twisting the landscape to prepare for the greatest escape.
I'm so used to looking in I can't even tell I'm inside out. What did I expect? How do I break the cycle?
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