:: bottled up ::
a swarm of locusts devoured the few strands of life that still stood after the great storm. no one could have noticed them, for in a most unusual manner their wings cut the air in patterns that resulted not in a horrid noise, but rather in a calm melody taken for the healing wind. they grew stronger, larger in number and vindictive; as their life-source became scarce they moved in circular motions disrupting the air, creating an uneasy atmosphere. but still they remained unseen, unheard. who could have thought there was something there? to whom could it be obvious that something of enormous proportion was bound to happen? the rage of the storm was long gone, the cruelty brought upon all was taken for a distant happening, all remained oblivious, all but the small spirits that like dust floated in the light.
and so came the day awaited by the plague. a clear blue sky, a comforting wind, the warm touch of others, happiness was settled in, moderately friendly connections were now beginning to make their way, they were on the move. poison poured out of my mouth, piercing tears forced their way to the surface of the perceptible world. their hunger manifested, my life was no longer what was craved.
i can still feel a flutter in my stomach.
coming in through my ears:: American Idol