15/6/18 - something I found in my school folders.
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A piece I had written in my IT lessons

15/6/18 - something I found in my school folders.

Footsteps and jingling keys and scuffing shoes on the mat;

Footsteps and jingling keys and scuffing shoes on the mat; Stepping through a door into an intoxicating mist of nothing.

A head full of clouds dropping on the sofa like a pile of rocks.

It's a grey day, tinges of blue skirting the horizon;

It's a grey day, tinges of blue skirting the horizon; with those clouds like a duvet,

It's a grey day, tinges of blue skirting the horizon; with those clouds like a duvet, the ones that blanket the sky in a cozy white haze with patches of grey like silky folds in an unmade bed.

The sofa keeps on giving, feel the sinking, sinking, slow movement. Down through the cushions, ever so slowly, seemingly endless now. The gentle settling at the bottom of a pit, nothing but a cozy grey haze and a body of rocks.

Time rolls out and darkness rolls in; the air now pregnant with shades of asphalt. The downward pull of gravity making brittle bone and tender flesh turn to lead, a thousand meters under turbulent waters.

Nothing can reach down here,

Nothing can reach down here, no anger that makes your throat burn and no sadness to make your eyes bleed. No emotions to chisel away the lead nor energy to even breath.

The poison begins to seep in through the cracks,

The poison begins to seep in through the cracks, an endless duvet of sky giving way to thunder and knives.

water in the eyes and fire in the throat and no air in the lungs and only air in the head.

A head full of clouds becomes a head full of poison, only to drain an refill in a water cycle of loathing.

and all along

and all along a tainted, tired smile on the lips,

and all along a tainted, tired smile on the lips, bleeding through the cracks,

and all along a tainted, tired smile on the lips, bleeding through the cracks, choking on poison.

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