4: caostrophy
Imagine this: the night was dark and she fell like lightning. In her hands burned the black stone like a coal, pulsating with the sound of immense hammers beating the ground, with the pressure of dark and abyssal depths. The stone burned her chest, making a hole, a great void opening wide the expectant maw. As if a building were being demolished in someplace in her brain, there was no thought just the flash, the bang of a bullet caught but not fired, just the sense of exquisite bursting and that was the name burning in her tongue trying to escape it was brief the moment of the fall extended in infinity in the wind blowing in her ears and filling her lungs with the smell of night rain and she fell and fell and falling was unraveling and the stars didn't shine the moon stole all the splendor it was filling up the world now swallowing it whole breaking it to pieces uprooting the entire city every road river and rail and still she fell in slow such slow slow motion stop motion sto
Imagine this: the night was dark and she fell like lightning. In her hands burned the black stone like a coal, pulsating with the sound of immense hammers beating the ground, with the pressure of dark and abyssal depths. The stone burned her chest, making a hole, a great void opening wide the expectant maw. As if a building were being demolished in someplace in her brain, there was no thought just the flash, the bang of a bullet caught but not fired, just the sense of exquisite bursting and that was the name burning in her tongue trying to escape it was brief the moment of the fall extended in infinity in the wind blowing in her ears and filling her lungs with the smell of night rain and she fell and fell and falling was unraveling and the stars didn't shine the moon stole all the splendor it was filling up the world now swallowing it whole breaking it to pieces uprooting the entire city every road river and rail and still she fell in slow such slow slow motion stop motion sto
