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DeepUnderground#11
DeepUnderground#11
”Who is this person.?.” - Cipher_O
(Driving in a Snowstorm)
“What kind of music do you like?” Katherine asks her passenger.
Her very, shady passenger.
Silence.
Silence?!
Didn’t she just pick this bitch up?
Female, yes.
Very gothic in appearance.
The black hair, black lip stick and don’t give a shit.
“Well… I will make a selection in hopes that you like it.”
There she goes again, catering to the needs of others.
She hates that about her self.
Her… Self.
How she wanted to be more in control of her transformation, the transformation that she felt, stirring, under the surface.
Take for example this current situation, this… Person.
Gets into her car, says nothing, and Katherine is the one seeking to placate.
She just wanted to understand.
Maybe therein lies the key.
The key to transformation.
But transformation to what?
Did she even care?
The old her, were she to transform, would care.
She has a tendency to filter her streaming thoughts in such fascinating ways.
She takes a deep breath.
Grounds her self.
Turns up the radio, determined to dash headlong into the swerves of the verves.
* * *
A gust of snow.
Triggering the feeling of flares over snow.
Snow turning black.
Blood.
Diving beneath the surface.
The feeling of free falling, leaf like, stillness and flight.
Mind dissolved into the liquidity of a swirl.
The heart beat of a whirl.
Doves written in ink, dissolving into the frequency, a redistribution of free.
* * *
She comes to her senses, parked at the side of the road, at her desired exit.
Exit 93.
She is parked by the sign.
The passenger is gone.
She willfully tweaks the rearview mirror, looking into her reflection.
She is wearing black lipstick.
Published 23rd Dec 2022
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