Lachesis by Louisa Elderton
Isolated in an enclosed space for moments, darkness enfolds me; I am removed and safe from the jostling linearity of the mounting queue.
A warm body brushes past me, a twin in this womb for but a moment.
A formless mass of energy; a shadow in the darkness.
A suspended frame hangs, onto which an image is cast. A tear
suddenly appears; devoid of all sound, luminous, blue and pure. An ethereal force guides it; pulls it; rips it; caresses it.
A line that quantifies time. A thread sewn to mark my existence.
Who controls the line? Is it me? I see hands; a head that gently turns; a pale and clouded face.
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