Perfectly in Place

Undisturbed, just the way it should. Perfectly placed amongst the dust. It rests there, propped.. Just enough so the water line is at a delicate angle.

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She was slight of face, with shallow check bones and sunken eyes. She was quite peculiar, really. Even her figure was slight, her bones pushing against the pale skin. Cadaverous. Everything about her was cadaverous and ghost like. Her movements were particular and thought out. Every step closer to that door was more hesitant. The fortress in front of her clinging to the secrets it possesses. A mouth waiting to whisper its secrets into an unsuspecting ear.

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His eyes weren’t aligned. His nose was crooked. His mouth sagging. Yet he was determined, determined to pass his body’s ailing capabilities. Perspiration slides down his unfighting left side. Sand paper walls support him, as he walks towards a doorway closed by a plastic tarp. The tarp crinkles slightly from behind. The metallic sound longing to whisper its secrets. And, oh how that man longs to know…

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It was lonely there. Nothing but the dust to talk to. Dust doesn’t hold conversation well, however. So it just continues to stare into the blackness of the place. Day dreaming of the lake, reminiscing of the times long forgotten by the others. The brisk breeze of the lake is what it misses most. It would roll menacing clouds towards them, releasing torrent after torrent of icy soldiers. They strike all around them, and even striking them. Once the clouds are bullied away by the breeze the place would explode with life. Mist would slowly accumulate and dance with the breeze. Swirling in and around the ash trees, embracing the wind like a lover. The trees join the dance, swaying gently, saluting the love of the two. Each leaf fluttering with approval. The rocks with parasitic moss swell with pride at their love. Their love the preceptor to all the nature around them, allowing each leaf to discover something new. Something they even may not want to know. Love is the real devil…

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She was wasting away slowly, she knew it. Everyone knew it. Help was so foreign to her, this place was all so foreign to her. Everyday was a struggle to her, maybe that was why she was withering away. Her figure becoming slighter, she struggled to move for a longer then a few steps. But she was determined to make it towards the door. The door, it seemed to radiate a passive aggressive aura. It pulled her with a sinister stench that swirled around her nose, alluring and sensual. But then there was a push, forceful and caring. It kept the distance from her and the cracking door. Resent boiled inside her. She needed to make it to that door! Oh, how she needed it now more than ever…

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The room in which he spends most of his time is slipping away. No, his memory of the room was slipping away, the room stayed perfectly the same. Dust forming a skin upon his dated furniture. The dust only being disturbed by the clammy draught. He doesn’t even know that room is there, it might not even be there. His mind was an array of puzzle pieces. Slowly another is picked away. The picture isn’t even clear now, the middle is a hole of memories. One of those pieces remembers that doorway, covered with that deep blue tarp, is important. And as he watches the tarp slowly breathing in and out, that puzzle piece sparks all the remaining pieces. As the memory forms he concentrates on keeping it, keeping it safe. But something is picking at the pieces as he thinks, even now his mind is scattering. He claws his temple, longing to keep what is most precious to him…

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It had to keep them away, loneliness was all it had… You can’t lose what is most important to you, because if you lose that, what is left of you?

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She slumped to the floor. She slumped to the floor a broken woman. A broken person whom will never be whole again. She fought for so long. She reached out for that door, to touch its splintering wood. She needed it. She needed it to be whole again. But now, she is broken. Broken like the door in front of her. And as she looks one last time, she sees what she has needed the whole time. She sees that spark of energy that ignites something within her. Not in her stomach, not her heart, not anywhere really. But it was there, a slow roll at the moment. She pivots her head, turning to see how far she made it. Now, a new women, she starts the long journey back. It starts with the end of the hallway, then the stairs. Then who knows, perhaps back to somewhere where she feels at home. It has given her freedom…

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The puzzle starts to reform. Emphatically now! Tumbling and tumbling! Some pieces aren’t even in the right spot, but oh how he is so overjoyed! The pieces slot and slide and seek out their home. He nudges his mind along, encouraging it! Faster now! Faster! Faster! He looks at the breathing tarp, he looks at it slowly fold in and out of itself. The plastic congratulating him, fluttering ever so slightly more. He nods back at the doorway, back at the blackness. He turns his body back and makes it back towards that room that was slipping away… No! He makes it back to the room that is seeping back…

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It can’t remember when it came here. Maybe it doesn’t want to know. But it knows why it rests here. And as it stares at that doorway, it stirs ever so slightly. It turns its head and realizes that the room is oh so far away…