Disintegrate
On.
Off.
On.
Off.
At this rate it wont be long before the fuse blows. Then we’ll bask in eachother’s darkness and bathe in the distance between us till we forget we knew how to swim. Our drowning bodies will drift away from eachother, carried on different currents to the same whirlpool, and escape will not matter then.
We’ll wait for Moses to part the seas once more and see eachother, here, there, everywhere. Little bits of you and little bits of me that we each lost as they drifted out to sea. They will come to their rightful place, and I will collect your pieces in a hollow clam shell stowed away in my chest. Later, when the waters of distance deposit me on some shore to rot, all that will be left of me are those little bits of you that I never returned. And the little bits of me that you never wanted.
i quite liked this, especially the way it ends.
Talented little piece. Will dissect at some point. However, do tell me if this is up for dissection. Seems it these aremore rant pieces than not. And where is Noor? Haven’t seen her in a while.
Noor is here. She has posted quite a few pieces. Refer to “Memories of Brown Penny.”
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Imaginary, my comments on this are coming.
Take your time.
Usman, the dissection is welcome.
Very beautiful. This should be published if you know what I mean. Each post is better than the one that precedes it. I’m in awe of you, Imaginary.