I.
Now it’s a barn, a ballroom really
the posts wait,
lit by beams of dust
II.
She pushes me against
the wall, holding me
up entirely
III.
On the phone the faces hang,
mouths open, talking
I cannot hear anything through the window
IV.
the shadow of me
pushes back against my shoes
no matter how fast I walk
V.
the night windows
spill yellow light
I step around
VI.
the lines of some sidewalks
make deep sense
constantly saying something
VII.
the bridge
wider than it seems
when I walk over it
VIII
Nothing I now know
looks the same
from the river
Is your MC hallucinating? In a drug-induced state of some kind? Your imagery is fascinating, but I’m having some trouble understanding what’s actually happening here.
Yes fascinating, but the faces on the phone foxed me.
I do see this scene through the same blurred lens that took the photo prompt. Well done.
Beautifully done, it took my breath away!
This reads like snippets of dreams.
Interesting scene here.
Ingenuous how you fragmented the story.