Dark as a cat's eye
I hadn’t written anything in a while, so I just started writing something and added bits in from what I was actually feeling. I’ve edited it slightly but it’s not that good, I just wanted to add it anyway to see what anyone thought.
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Dark as a cat's eye belongs to the following groups:
All Things Poetic, Artistic, PhilosophicalThe night was dark as a cat’s eye and the curtains swayed in the delicate breeze. Night time had turned the whole room into a continuous blackness, but if the sun were to come out and shine away the darkness the shadows of lace would surely be but a soft comfort to her, whispering at the sounds of sorrow that played in her mind. The night was cruel and powerful, offering nothing more to her ears but the summer air as it wafted into the room. She sat and wept, smelling the salt on her tongue and the air, for some reason she’d always harboured the taste.
The days always seemed to grow shorter, until of course they were extended by some action of fate; a fight would occur, the end of the year would roll by and throw into perspective the sharpness and imperfections of the preceding times, vulgar and impolite as it was. Again it felt like the days were long long with thought and memories that were accompanied by unwelcome winces, like visitors overstaying their welcome. She almost saw them settle in her lounge room; they ate away her favourite thoughts until there was nothing left but a husk of living. That’s what the days were like now: motions moving into time which meant nothing but for the passing. This was not existence, but a dream of living.
Nothing seemed relevant without a connection to him or her or them, a certain need to know basis of concentration. The days dragged on too; without a need for knowing the present her mind dragged her back into the dark, a medieval age where all of her previous knowledge was lost and there was only one thought that she could count on. It’s like a plague of consciousness slowly latching on and then erupting into a great sickness that holds you in, a sickly sort of love infested in your heart.
She ate because it wiled away the time, and the taste made her feel more human. The days still passed incredibly slow, just like clockwork.
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Mmm I feel like I am inside her brain. Very interesting read, thank you for sharing your work :)
DearOphelia replied
You’re welcome, and thanks a lot for commenting. I hardly ever get comments on my writing so it’s always really nice when someone bothers to say something sweet.
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