Sometimes I forget to breathe.
It’s not that I don’t want to.
The air is just so heavy now.
Like at the end of it all we only had sins left
And they’re trying to smother the few of us that remain into non-existence.
Of course I survived, heaven nor hell wanted me.
I wouldn’t have pushed the button if I’d have known …
I’m forgetting again.
Today I saw it.
Squat pale sandstone in the distance and figures bobbing in and out.
The lab notes said they have a way to go back,
If they’ll let me in.
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What a great little piece!
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Thank you!
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I loved the idea of air heavy with sin
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Thank you Neil
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Excellent. Love how your details reveal, bit by bit.
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Thanks for reading!
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Nice story. Enjoyed reading.
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Thank you
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Intriguing story – I want to know more.
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I like the idea, I may go a little deeper with it. Thank you for reading
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Wonderfully written, Kelley.
Hope is strong.
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Thank you for reading!
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I really want to know more. Reads like something epic.
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Thank you! I have an idea to expand on it brewing so maybe it’ll become more.
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I don’t think the chances are very good.
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You may be right. Thanks for reading!
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Nice idea to have the person who pushed the button come face to face with what they have done. Nice one.
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Thanks for reading and commenting Iain
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Wanted by neither heaven nor hell. That’s an amazing statement. Good writing, kept me intrigued.
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Thank you for reading!
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Loved that read!
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Thank you!
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