fdelano Posted November 27, 2012 Share Posted November 27, 2012 Nadir Nap Down the hall, the bedroom calls my arthritic back, just for a few moments, I intend. Sans shoes, I slide prone to lie on my side atop the patterned spread. Sinking in the soft mantle of cotton, thoughts displace my body; I write in the dark of closed eyes, seeing only the words that hang together as a necklace, reading along with the sounds of memory. My skull opens to the constant roar of the slipstream through near panes of black windows. The interminable forward force of Pratt and Whitneys, an octet pushing me toward the long peninsula awaiting the weight of tons of iron maidens dropped with precision measured in yards from miles above. My eyes snap open, my body rigid before the chain of concussive bursts on impact. From comfort I flee through decades to walk the solid oak flooring joined by my own hands, seeking the mundane. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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