Afternoon

A Story by rakra

A delightful afternoon we eat sandwiches and ride horses and take in the earthly gardens

This towering flesh of mine quivers in a breeze and I find myself like a tin of spam like a melting oily hot cold dead so dead so much of me is wrong and jelly and melting if the sun comes out it is a beautiful day and i can feel it i can feel the wind and the air on my expanse of skin and i am so scared that a gust might blow a chunk out of me. a soft wobble i am and a soft wobble i will be as i hate it i do hate it so and i can't figure out where i am but the wind is so lovely and the bridge is so small and wooden it is almost a marvel that i have yet to fall through the slats! I can hear myself dripping onto the water below, a soft plapping dribble of me getting carried away, tracing the lillypads with my skin and bones and gristle. Theyre soft and I let them carry me away from my meat shell and wow they're beautiful! caressing those soft petalled curves and the light pink of the tips as i run myself across them. i can feel the water it is cool and refreshing and carrying me away, far away from that bridge, as the fronds of the willow tree brush against my face and i giggle. i eat a leaf and can feel it running down my throat and mmmm it feels lodged there, thick and broad, death is a welcome release from my horrendous oh no i am back into my body i have been reminded of its wobble and it is there and i can no longer feel myself passing down the river but i can see it oh god i can see it and its a part of me that just drifted away. i wont ever get that back, will i. Can you hear the rustle of the trees? something is coming on the wind, riding the wind, a great fire is carried atop the ledge of the wind, a flame on its shoulders and it cannot fathom nay it cannot see the destruction it is causing and now i so wish to be a part of this river again, to feel the coolness on my self but the bridge is quaking now its looking at me and i cant help it i know it feels and it has been supporting me and i am not through its slats but just as the fire approaches from a head then as do i and i cannot help but to collapse into the water, a mess convoluted and tied up as a rope untethered and untied

they say when it rains it pours and dear god help help help im sinking?