@galgher asked : a bustling diner that never closes
there is the rot of egg heavy in the air / should sensitivity be of issue for a corpse, it would prove a problem, but for now it was of little consequence. only too dark. only too little to sustain a soul buried deep in scarred organs, lively brain. thoughts gnawed at what little remained off her : 22 18 22 18 24 07 24 07. eyes were shut but she could see the atrocious glow of blue and red neon. streetlight seeping in. atmosphere alluded to a city : she’d only thought of that in a vague, passing way. never concrete. she wondered where she was. where they’d brought her this time. hidden her. dead to the world, she remained, unrotted, in a dumpster ‘round the side of a fucking dive. wherever she was smelled like shit. thick scent of maple syrup lingering in the best parts of it.
sentience moved inside, outside such fickle constraints of a body ditched for dead. GROWING IMPATIENT : I, ME, THIS UNHOLY ENTITY OF MYSELF, MY SOUL IS GROWLING AND IT’S HUNGRY HUNGRY HUNGRY ––––––– there would be a short ripple in the consistency of the fluorescent lighting as she passed through, sights settling. understanding whatever demons lay beneath sweaty skins of people still breathing, people with so little time on her. the speaker system was blaring top forty’s, which somehow managed to be significantly less appetizing than even the stench of old eggs. in turn it shut off, after the flickering of the lights ( a waitress gave pause to it, as did a cook from the order window, but it wasn’t long enough to provoke more sincere concern before sound came back on and those shitty speakers were back at it, except this time sporting less irritating noise ).
♪ mommy told me something ! a little girl should know ! it’s all about the devil and i’ve learned to hate him so ! ♪
there would be no awareness to it, not obviously so, as the world outside grew quieter. windows became more thoroughly entrenched in shadow. but not so quiet now as to not usher those inside to her resting place. not so quiet to forego a sincere interest, desire, desperation : TO BE KNOWN.
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