It was another way to keep track of obvious tells. A lump of fog in the lungs and throat. Three weeks of missing capillaries. Scar tissue collected like it was the only way home.
Half the afterlife gone already. You say you will, but you don’t.
You don’t have to make up your mind anymore. I’ll make it easy for you.
Silhouette lit with matches and hidden underground. Representative features:
Both human and non human. Reacts with hostility when see their own reflection in the mirror. Slumped posture. Shreds of water. That worn down feeling of it.
By some estimates a headless, allegedly feminine figure. Always not very far from the edge of starvation. Exaggerated signs of infertility. You hesitate to correct the self image.
You look to the topsoil. Is it possible to have distance without delay? Ever decaying evolutions of language. Speech patterns may be altered underground, as sound may travel very differently without air.
Breakdown of a map. Handicapped by past experiences, strong priors.
Scooped an eyeball out, split in half, dipped it in chemicals to see any escape from here.
Scraping at it with a knife. Infrared used to see the ink under all the layers. A six hour lifespan and then lost.
Moving a page could destroy the whole book. I came out of my coma inhabiting this character. It bleeds over. Yes. An actual life, it’s just as brittle, just as delicate.
Said I was going to move there by springtime. Still tied to our predatory past. I guess you’d tell me that was it.
The Earliest written record of tears comes from Canaanite tablets from the 14th century BC.
Sequencing a blank sky. Eyelids sinking like sacks in a lake. Massive details may be missing or incomplete.