Left unfinished - the mind of the 6th symphony
She chased him down the back stairs trying hopelessly to stick to his fading black shadow. The wind whistled through the marble encased corridor. A cold chill swept through her body. She could hear the sound waves of his footsteps vibrate through the ground, edging further and further away from her/ like a lost two-step procession of enlarged ants. She traced the beat through her mind tweaking its frequencies and enhancing the bass line/ but his shadow had long ago merged with the night. Tiager was left exposed in the middle of the park, the far away street lamp casting a pale light over her skin. It had been left unfinished, sixth symphony over. Words fell from within her and her legs trembled. A few seconds later she found herself collapsed in the grass. Tears streamed down her cheeks and watered the fragile green blades around her. Tiager left herself there for a while loosing her mind to the earth. Sheathed in depression/ like only it could know her so well. It dissolved her reality away and left her desperate for the end.
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