Muse.Monkey
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The Visit
I made my way through the door. A room of expectant faces stared in my direction in answer to my presence. “Annabelle!” The lilt of my voice rang clear across the room. My eyes scanned the group of faces before me for any signs of movement or recognition. Nothing. “Annabelle!” I called again as I shifted my weight, impatiently resting my back against the wall. An elderly lady in a wheelchair made her way forward, ever so slowly, as I held the door open for her. “Are you Annabelle?” I asked. “She is.” Her aid replied rather matter of fact. “Right this way,” I directed, pointing towards the the scale.
By Muse.Monkey 4 years ago in Families
Motel Six Of Cups
Something feels off. I sit in my space and listen. Its dark outside and the air feels still. I can intuitively feel the calm of the lake and the hibernation of the critters until tomomorrow. However, the air was not silent. The tension that strung through my living room and permeated into the kitchen, bathroom and sleeping space wrung through my chest, causing major anxiety. I wanted to be free of this air, free of this tension, and just be, like everyone else. But as I sat, alone with the silence for company, I knew that there was no easy escape from the prison of my heart. The walls caved in. My head pounded at the pressure. I drew for my tarot deck
By Muse.Monkey 4 years ago in Futurism