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DeepUnderground#12
DeepUnderground#12
”Such exchanges of energy that may occur inside of proximities of close…” - Cipher_O
(Katherine’s Vehicle)
Riding down the undulating brick streets, David’s footprints having vanished, like The Passenger.
Every mechanical necessity, she attends to with precise utility.
Fiberoptic retinas receiving each aspect of falling snowflakes and their interaction with this shifting landscape.
Machine like and primal.
The precisions of incisions, like her lip line.
Gliding like the surface of a glass bottle…
A glass bottle holding a djinn.
* * *
(David’s Apartment)
A red door.
She knew that David rented.
An interesting choice, whoever the choice was made by.
She feels cozy, knocking on his door.
And he doesn’t disappoint, answering the door in a red, white, and green, Christmas themed sweater, a big smile on his face.
She steps into the emanating warmth, one foot after the next.
* * *
Making contact with the warmth, a contrast arises.
Her black lipstick melt in her perception, like the tip of an iceberg venturing into the depths.
Heart opens like a fountain, pouring forth sentience and sentiments.
Here she stands before this strange poet, the highly strange events of the day, like a dream.
Submerged into the old Katherine.
* * *
“Wow.” She says.
Feeling like a kid on Christmas.
A table with KFC and candles…
“How thoughtful.” She says, genuinely appreciative.
Feeling a bit bashful, he looks to the ground for a moment, returning to his deep study of her face.
Radiant.
Like an angel.
Some sort of something from within.
His eyes weep into his heart, as he follows the contours of her beauty.
Smitten.
Certainly…
Strange resonations and vibrations.
“Shall we dine?” He asks, like the maitre de of a fine restaurant.
“Oh, absolutely…” She says, rolling her suitcase to the side and removing her scarf.
She hangs her jacket on the chair, at which she sits, two feet away from David.
Published 23rd Dec 2022
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