Encumbrance
Date: Jan 16th, 2007 3:37:06 am - Subscribe
Mood: Troubled.
Music: Simon and Garfunkel
It's a peculiar feeling, really. The dusty mist that hangs over the head, and the silky cobwebs that tangle themselves in the brain. An infestation of black widows with icicles draped from the bottom of their legs and images of barren landscapes burned in their eyes. With the sudden poisonous bite, blankets of ice cement the mind with a oppressive emotion. Sips of venom bleed into the cerebral galaxy and glide across neurons, jumping across flashes of electricity. It continues to travel through the mind, passing by the paleocircuits that has been poisoned for quite some time now. Within just a few glistening moments, the ballet is over and a community of arachnids crawl back into microscopic crevasses in the skull to tend their nests that shelter scores of eggs.
Although the venom can be deadly, it is not guaranteed. An anti venom can be released, but first, one must taste the bitter bliss of toxin. Fire can melt ice, but a fire needs a catalyst, and a catalyst needs to be found.
It's a numbing feeling, really. The arctic wind that howls in the chest, exhausting an icy breath. The freezing temperatures corrode muscle tissue and bring stiff aches to the bones. A character of carbon crystalizes, forming a cold skeleton. His mishapen head sits upon his spine of frozen rose petals with two blue irises. Two shades of frosty azure, with pearls shining at the bottom of pools of aqueous humor.
Although it's a chilling gaze, it rests above rosy cheeks, biten by the winter. All is not gloomy in warm comfort of the sunrise.
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phantasmic - January 19th, 2007 |
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