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A limb moves while the owner sleeps, another presence testing their will in a foreign body, opening eyes to gaze at another’s life and slowly plan how to make it theirs.

A presence frosts in their mind, slowly creeping and freezing previous memories, coating them with crystal moments that melt to spread in the crooks of their personality, drowning any beneath without even corpses to float to the surface.

A spark of flame releases heat and a dying wish, evaporating into the air but clinging onto the intake of breath, entering a life and settling, waiting to take over. (Still brewing The Matchstick Girl idea. I think I have a basic concept now, just not a lot of time to focus on it yet,Continue reading “24:356”

Numb fingers begin to tingle, released from sopping wool and touching heated air, a welcome pain of feeling to remind they function and long to return to purpose.

Discarded matchstick coated in ice, rescued from emtombment by the desperate, waiting for it to thaw, for the day it can fulfil its purpose, not realising there’s a soul waiting inside, ready to be ignited.

Disrupt an already chaotic time with valid needs, but still a wash of resentment descends and settles, cloaking a heart ugly and plunging love further from reach.

Always flying, never free flapping and hoping for a real destination but floating stationary watching those walking below leave and live on.

The lifeless form melded to the ground until it was prised away, harsh fingers ripping roots and leaving pieces behind, ready to cling to another, refusing to be stamped out and forgotten. (Still brewing The Match Stick Girl idea)

Work away around my challenge but suffer as you learn and use up an equal amount of effort for an easier strategy with mediocre results.

Water once alive manipulates the surface of a body, desperate to regain limbs, desperate for a second chance to experience what others would call happy.