With Little More Than Our Skin

March 18, 2009
With little more than our skin, we made our way through the sweating crowd. Each body a needle poking into our sides, as we tried to escape without leaving. But it was not possible, for the lights in the room weren’t dim enough. The music faded into a background of static and cursed laughter. We were no longer safe and content, we were open. Open to the injuries the mob inflicted on us as we grappled for a reason to this gray insanity. We held each other close like a lifeline above the water as the sharks swam below us. Our hearts joined in spiritual lament, our unsung song lifting up above the lights, up above the clouds, beyond the stars. The blackness crowded us on all sides as the mob got more and more obscene. We knew this was the end, the last curtain call, and all the actors had left. Their blood-stained bodies lay backstage, the script forgotten like a child’s toy. And we stood there, unwilling to give in, but the water was too deep. Slowly we sank into the crowd. Their arms grabbing us, pulling us in, their eyes glittering with empty life, greeting us with a cough of laughter. Our bodies became their body, and we were no longer one but many, but the many itself was one. The massive broken clock from before still chimed, the rusted gears screeching out their joy as it continued the insanity. Our hearts trapped in the mechanism, we never knew when the world ended. We never knew when the stars cried and drowned the universe. We never knew what it was that brought the broad and bleeding emptiness, but we gladly reached out to it, wishing there was more pain. But as the mob stabbed us, we realized that there was no more escape. So we drank, and fell to the floor. Our spirits went to the void, and our great journey, we found, would never end, and as we laughed we cried. The clock ticked on, and the mob still danced, but we moved on, wishing there was more pain.

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M&M4ever said...
Aug. 31, 2009 at 12:07 am
that was an amazing story!!
purple_people_eater said...
Aug. 19, 2009 at 2:54 am
i love this! it makes you think. i just wanted it to keep going. :)
BellaLuna said...
Jul. 6, 2009 at 12:05 am
you are awesome! honestly like i read your other work and its all great! check some of mine out :) no im not doing this to get people to read my work lol but you were really really really good keep it up!
Zero_Kiryu This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jul. 5, 2009 at 11:49 pm
Nice imagery, but I don't know what it's about exactly. It sounds more like a poem to me as I was reading it. I love it. You have earned teh Kitteh's Stamp of Approvalness! <(o.0)>
Sarah B. said...
Jul. 5, 2009 at 9:37 pm
evil_naiad said...
Jul. 5, 2009 at 8:55 pm
I must say, I LOVE this piece. :)
LikeWoah<3 said...
Jul. 2, 2009 at 4:36 pm
Nice Imagery. Uniquely different and I like it :)
Caitlin P. said...
Apr. 13, 2009 at 1:26 am
very different
very interesting
i like it
project827 said...
Apr. 11, 2009 at 8:51 pm
(to scribere)
if i put it into paragraphs that would make it seem to much like a story. Everything in this is exactly the way i want it, i wouldn't change any of it.
RaeRae said...
Apr. 9, 2009 at 2:34 am
Awesome!!! Very good too!
scribere said...
Apr. 8, 2009 at 4:56 pm
good.....very good. it's different. (sounds like something i've written too, kind of, only different)

try putting it in paragraphs: it's kinda hard to read like this, but i dont know if that will make the story less, or more, or what it will do.
pickleperfect3 said...
Apr. 7, 2009 at 10:16 pm
Very interesting i must say. Nice imagery.
blaze51 said...
Apr. 7, 2009 at 7:56 pm
That was epicly awesome!
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