Posted in stream of consciousness


You can thank Ramin Djawadi and the Westworld Season 2 soundtrack for this (he also composes the music for Game of Thrones if you’re interested). 

I haven’t done any stream of consciousness attempts in a while …

Sometimes my tongue gets heavy before spilling over, filling my mouth with boiling sand. I try to ask you, push forth these things which have my heart bursting its seams but all I have are irritations, enveloping themselves in the bed of my skin. Though I claw and scream, leak precious blue blood over everything … Though I tear holes and try to dig away the itch there is no relief from the boiling grains buried within the thick.

Posted in Word Prompt

They Say

They say watched pots never boil but they never seem to understand the thousand beats per second intricacies shivering between bubbles as they roil at the reigns. Everything escaping in momentary gasps, steaming rasps which they can never hear. Careful beads threading paths down silken plated skins, the cracking only carefully begins. They’ve never felt the build, the screaming head, which only leads them with flustered cheeks and dry lips to look away.

They say watched pots never boil but they’ve never sunk into dewy grass. A failed experiment in conditioning for even the dogs to turn away.

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