writing Quick Blurby Thing

[Flailing Dinosaurs 238]

 

-O-

 

Screaming, she is thrown into the vortex, fingers clawing uselessly at the open air as she falls ever deeper into the clockwise spiral. Everything is pain and confusion; whitehot anger and grief, made stronger still by the loneliness lurking in her veins.

 

hot cold warm tepid melting help melting make it stop twisting wrong it's all wrong

 

HELPMEPLEASE.

 

It snaps like an overstressed bowstring. A gentle touch to her cheek, soft ocean breeze, velvet, cool stones, and it is done.

Bliss. Oh, sweet bliss.

 

-O-

 

Music does weird things to my writing ideas I guess, idk. Might use this in a story at some point or another.