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Drip
It’s a steady drip, drip drip
Of thick, viscous black liquid
Running down invisible walls and splattering on an absent floor
Drip.
Hear the hum. The buzz
It’s unbearable.
Is it time to scream?
I can’t. I have no voice
I’m invisible.
Yet there’s my hand, pale white
Almost translucent
What does it clutch at?
Frantic like a hunted rabbit
I wish it would stop.
It can’t stop. I can’t stop. You won’t stop it all goes on and escalates in this torrent of screeching ruckus nailstearingaboardmy
Silent scream.
Internal. Eternal.
Drip.
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Comments
Parva lupa Says:
Amazing how fast I could read this without missing a detail, how from one moment on another it seemed silent, and another those drips would rush and crash down. Got no words for it, faved and rated. ^^
N a t s u o Says:
I agree with the person above me.
I read it fast without missing anything.
And it gave me a sense of panic.
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Nice.