kickinglovers

"i wonder, how am i still here." she enters her full stop into speech like a sign for expression.
(but) it wasn't fluent enough for her to comprehend the meaning, it wasn't fluid enough to adapt for her ears and tongue. the words slipped right out and hit the floor with a shattering splash. "let me lead the way".
side stepping from room to room, they watched anxiously as the world changed around them. words and vowels sounded like deep groans from the monsters mouth. the mouth at the root of the floor. ready to swallow them both, right. up. in conjunction with running from time the pair also ran from themselves, not a shocking discovery when watching the souls of today.
but you see.
the rooms were quite simply, pauses between words. the doors were made of looks and short breaths. the walls; anxious hand twitches and the monster's mouth waited for a meal as the floor and depth.
they were conscious and life-like. they were subtle and distingtive, they only faltered when it came to a loud voice which over-ruled their occupation.
they were her thoughts.