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Supermop (a subliminal short story)

Updated on January 27, 2013

Subliminalism...

SUPERMOP (A Subliminal Short Story)

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Broken Lovecubes lay melting at her feet on the pale pink linoleum floor as she gazed numbly into the distance... mentally re-counting the many times her love had been coldly thrown back into Her face with no explanation ...the last time being just a few moments ago...

Unaware of the tears dripping from her chin and blending with the warm shimmery liquid now seeping between her toes... she kicks the liquid away violently, and instantly the temperature of her tears begin to drop... with each drop...

Only when the tears turn cold, does she become aware of the fact that she's been crying... for she is determined to see herself through this...she Will Not allow this 2 break her...

The beautiful shimmery liquid on the floor was attempting to be absorbed back into the bloodstream from which it came... but SHE won't allow it in...

She walks away from her melted lovecube Elixir on the floor and doesn't look back... she wants nothing at all 2 do with it...

A dull pain begins throbbing in her solar plexus...but 'F it!... whats a chest pain to a soldier of love??? who cares If I have a heart attack? The sooner I leave this God-forsaken place, the better...

'I don't belong here anyway'..., she thought...

...Celestially dehydrated and suddenly short of breath...she stumbles over to her magic closet and comes back with a large absorbent SuperMop with Lots of different people's names carved deeply into the long worn pink wooden handle...

the dingy off-white tassels of the mop head seemed to be alive, and extremely thirsty...they writhed around like worms or evil serpents searching for something to devour...

She heads aggressively over to the shimmering puddle on the floor with the living mop... preparing to get rid of the only thing that can ever make Her whole again...

"Yeah Right...'Whateva"...she thinks...

And I...

can only watch ...from a distant place of Numb detachment...

Silent...

Going along for the ride...

ride or die...

right or wrong...

One

For I ...

and We...

are how She...

becomes Free...

from what Must Be...


For Truly...

there is Only Me...

See???...


~T~








Copyright © 2013 Mcway, T.



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