Drip

Poetic Pros Short Story

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

Water crashes into my skull like a car escaping the inevitable downfall.

The earth shakes and the chain although i try so hard never seems to break.

my scorched ,scared and broken hands shake as i sleep ending an endless echoing of chains rattling like machine guns,

bullets bouncing off every wall eventually piercing my ears.

A new Noise, a rumble of crushing bones that explodes into my ear drums.

i open and see nothing as always but i hear the distant rumble, a slow fading light appears moving closer, as my head hangs low dripping with sweat. the light grows filling the deepest cracks of the infinite darkness that surrounds me.

i see them, the gravel, small as peas, moved beneath there feet and from it a fain dust rose, the perfume of the town, the old town , that old smell, now gone like a life lost in recruitment. 

A foreign language over shadows the murmurous of the rock face.

my shackles loosen, my life falls into a jagged sharp rock, now on my knees i look up to see my end,

the eventual conclusion to my short tour, like a drip of water i hit the floor and lay flat my life spread apon the moss covered rocks. 

Drip!

Reviews

[Patrick Ramsey]

Sounds very uncomfortable. Is this the beginning of something? Are you in process? Though parts are confusing, I want to know is this person really chained up? Is it torture? Is it in their mind? Inquiring minds!

[B1lly]

Thanks For Reading, i have had many views for path or direction i want to head in but i basically poured whats going on in my head onto a page