+++Chaos+++Mature

[…i…] ~ (Sample Of The Mandible Fracture)


Cobalt cascades from the simmering sky
Potential suicide lurks across the forlorn heights,

We glare, chancing blindness, (The sun is too beautiful)
We all settle into warmth beyond the outside,
Our transit cradles us, fetching us the horizon,
Fetching us that beautiful sky beyond this ebony vault.

t.h.a.t so.so.so [BEAUTIFUL] s…k…y…

Cyan streaks between the magenta clouds,
Each wave of color softer than angels,
Appearing softer than the sky cotton itself,
Such a beautiful sunset, (The sun is too beautiful)

(The sun is TOO beautiful)

We watch on as the sun moves across our path…
(Across our paths to confront us…)…a.n.g.l.e.d…(angels)


The SUN gleams across the windscreen,
The SUN reflects and glares across the dust, (A.C.R.O.S.S) My fathers eyes…
We swerve***

No longer cradled safely; we are thrown out of our comfort,
(Of cyan skies) To meet a resplendent strap, catching us,
Whipping our skulls forward, throwing us ahead of our seats,
(My belt snaps… snaps and releases me)
Crimson shards scatter backwards, slicing the front cabin,

(Mother?)…(Father?)

My sister is back settled against her cushioned wall, her seatbelt saved her,
(As I am tossed about the rear cabin)
The vehicle begins to tumble.

I clench my eyes shut.

…………..Shatter…We
……………………..Tumble …
………….Rock…….We
…………………..Stumble…
………….Break…….Car
……………………..Snaps…
……………Whip……We
……………………….Lash…
…...............Tilt……….Car
……………………..Rumbles…
……………Crack…..Ground
……………………Crumbles…


I slip my eyes back open.


Apex lurches, reforms, frame work coils out of place,
(Frame work splinters, shifts)

And it works its way into my sister's heart.

The same belt that had saved her life. (Refrained her from escaping death)

We come to a stop… Engine over apex.

I hear trickling… trickling and crackling.

My sister has stopped beating. My father and mother lay in various compartments of the front cabin.

(All gathered for the stagnant receiver of souls)

I am pinned to my cradle.

By my jaw.

A rusty metal beam has sewn its self through my face.

The End

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