The Flaming Soul
This 80 year-old man keeps melting in front of me. Stressed out, I can’t do anything. Please where is the exit?
I keep asking myself; ‘What if I hadn’t turned right?’
I could’ve gone straight, could’ve gone left. I even could’ve stopped and reversed, in retrospect, any other options would have been a better choice than the one I picked.
‘Murder him!’ If only it was that easy.
Would you break the clock only to get back at how it robbed you of your youthfulness? Like a lifeless being, my body collapsed on the twelfth step; while my thoughts were at war in step one. I stare down at the wax and it’s now solidified; molded perfectly with its surrounding, unrecognizable.
“Don’t forget to wipe your eyes when you leave.” He says.
‘No one is out to get you.’
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Every inch of my body is now soaked. With a flick, my entire soul goes up in flames.
I melt, melt, and melt without a care, bonding to my old consciousness forever.
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