The Clouds

started with the idea of a worm in an eye

When I look up into the sky at around noon from the dusty doorstep of your living room, the clouds haven’t quite cleared to reveal the emptiness. But that’s okay. Being alone isn’t so bad when there is a relation, especially to the clouds.

 

The light brings out a line; a tiny coiled apricot organism that resides in my eye. And as I peer out dryly from my window, the dust brings me a feather: blue, like to the core.

 

Squirming slightly to the blinking of my eye, I feel the unicellular being wriggle across my face. The sun has brought the colors, now. And just beyond ivory flesh, a single worm dwells calmly. One will become two, however, completing my face with millions of apricot coils.

 

The sun shines deeply through the clouds that burry my eyes in a beautiful blindness that is summer. The organisms see it, too. My fingers swell with beastly worms, the ones that multiply as I sit here, unidentified and significant only to the sky.

 

I feel my body heavy, now. The sun brews hues in cotton-clouds. Some scraping, clammy critter burrows into an artery. I feel myself swell with new beings that grow clearly now, taking my mind as they crawl through the crimson tunnels in my wrist.

 

The sun peaks through the airy atmosphere with burning, yellow intent. My feet are cool and bare upon stone floors, gliding through the oak doors, sniveling at the painted window mindlessly, madly. The ground sprouts green, taping me to the earth as the creatures carry me onward, sweeping my mind from control as I fall onto a weary back, held by the tranquil body-snatchers that move me so swiftly. The clouds are all I see from this angle, just as it always was, and as I wiggle by a tree that blooms yellow flourishes, the worm-like creatures within me sliding up into the leaves of this burly creation, filling my iris with body. As I near the very top of the tree and beyond, inching up into a multi-hued atmosphere, the center of my eye catches just one last sight as the clouds take me, just as they always have.

Author's Note

the ending's concept is meant to be a bit off

Reviews

[Kat]

haha I remember this....
It was so random, the worm in the eye.
And that weird a*s picture we made. x)

I'm the world's worst reviewer....
I don't even say anything.

[Larissa G.]

How beautiful and lovely for such a simple action being taken within the story. Thank you for sharing it.
One suggestion: read back over it, because parts of it seemed choppy to read. It might have just been me, so double check to be sure.

[Blue Sky]

You have a very wonderful way of expressions
just from the worm in the eye, so very nicely done!
with a great connectivity to the clouds
as it inches,

inching up into a multi-hued atmosphere

Great writing!!