Bottleneck.

'You could see them standing in the amber current... on their backs were vermiculate patterns that were maps of the world in its becoming. Maps and mazes. Of a thing which could not be put back. Not be made right again.' - The Road

  You feel it pulse throughout every single one of your veins. It hints at its adorned superstition. An unannounced delivery of all sorts. It demands to be heard, to be felt. In substance - it prickles and taints the sensory ideals. Drumming in your ears, jarring tunes playing on your fears. Your existence is pardoned.

  A riddle at the very nape of your neck. Your cheeks and temples stay hot. The hours are glum. A light eases the pain but continues to flicker. Your spine curls aslant, nestling your crown on your chest. You cave in and embrace its contents.

  Are you giddy with delight? Are you overcome with cowardice, your pastille penchant? Those beg the crucial questions.

P.S. happy Halloween! Hope you celebrated with good company; I know I did with Aarushi and M.A.P.

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