Suction. The sensation of the glass rim pressing around your mouth. The blood rising to the surface of your skin. Breaking capillaries. The blue bruise splintering and spreading under the epidermis.
Your sudden gasp for air releasing the vacuum. The glass falling from your face. Shattering.
Elements no longer grasping at each other. Each blown away by the force of gravity and the crushing against the next cluster of atoms. Clutching at their siblings the pieces of glass shudder along the winning pelt.
Your sudden gasp for air releasing the vacuum. The glass falling from your face. Shattering.
Elements no longer grasping at each other. Each blown away by the force of gravity and the crushing against the next cluster of atoms. Clutching at their siblings the pieces of glass shudder along the winning pelt.
Your mouth is a black hole. Pulling in information: taste, texture, particles around you, all are drawn into the gaping maw. The perfect ‘O’ of destruction, producing the non-silence and catapulting it into the universe, into being. An abyss containing and abusing, unsatisfied with all.
