Vitrifaction Ambient 4 Story Index

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You were thinking about leaving, before. You don't remember why; the thought has been trimmed so neatly.
Stand straighter. Straighter. Not like that. How will you ever fit in like that?
The wind stirs the glass, and interrupts its melody with ugly noise. You think you might like to kill the wind.
You remember thinking they were reflections. You laugh, high and bright and perfect.
Your nerves are alight. Not crackling like they were before; instead, perfect snaps, one two three one two three four.
You'd really like to sit down. No, no, not that; and let your heavy head bow your spine? Lying would be much better. Lying flat.
There are so many parts of you that are wrong. But that's not their fault. Once they're clipped away and laid out, they'll all fit.
Every move you make, your bones crackle and pop. They're getting closer. How wonderful!
Something somewhere is screaming. Forcing air out of the nasty sacks in its chest. You're so glad that's not you.
For the first time in your life, you are free of the ugly sound of your pulse in your ears. How did you ever function, beaten down by that hideous rhythm?
It's been quite a while since you had a thought. Noticing that, itself, screeches unpleasantly in your cold, clear mind.