STORY: MORE AT THE MARGE

STORY: MORE AT THE MARGE

STORY: MORE AT THE MARGE

I only reminisced the drastic sound emanating from a dark cabana with no windows but a pin-hole door, It took me to the ground, Like hurricanes from Capricorn dragging timbers, Then I slowly open my paled eyes, leaving my sight to emerge from a blinding grayness.

Weak and desperate, am I dead or just a Bohemian in the state of coma?

I tried taking a step and Boom! A beautiful light with colours tinted all over it dilated above my head,different creatures began to appear freed from the tyranny of the elements, I could talk to the birds,quaffed and laughed with the monkeys.

How do I became so free? My hidden thought made a reality, I was a parachutist hovering across the mountains and the seas from this height were like broken glimming blue glasses spread over the surface.

The thought of leaving was far from me… But now I feel droplet of water touching me from no direct source,once it strikes my skin, I feel the fierceness of what I picture at that moment,slowly the pace increased, Oh! am soaked, Oh! am scared.

I tried to turn my head, But no way, I propped and froze, Am losing my sight, My eyes were heavy as if 1gram of metal is placed on it,I then struggle to open my eyes while the low clattering and d on one side on their faces.

“Your heart flatlined for about 55minutes they said”

Damn! I said to myself, If this what the deadman sees then y’all gotta be happy to die.

So fucking much at the marge.

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