I wake up in a scratchy and cheap carpet and multi colored walls- it was my room, but it felt so different.
And when I rubbed my eyes, I said to myself
"I am so thirsty"
I went downstairs and asked my mom if I could get something to drink. She smiles, opens her mouth and attempts to talk, but water comes pouring out of her throat. Gallons and gallons.
My jaw drops and my leg shakes a little before I saw "Dad, what's happened to mom?"
He just fixes his glasses and opens his mouth and water spews out of his mouth too.
I run out of my house, seeing puddles everywhere and lakes where the grass used to be.
People are conversing, making glugging sounds, I can't see how they're not drowning. Politicians argue, making streams run all the way down Capital Hill
It's beginning to get so bad, water comes out of every orifice of the bodies to the point of where they stopped being humans and started being channels.
The world once seventy percent water is at least ninety percent now.
This leads to me floating on a raft for the rest of my life, fishing with this rod I stole before the great flood.
Once in a while I get lucky and end up hooking a bag of chips or a shirt I could dry and wear, sometimes I even dive for necessities.
But one thing I never do is drink water.
I either drink soda or whatever I find or I salivate
I won't bring myself to drinking what destroyed my culture, my society, and my loved ones.
I miss my scratchy cheap carpet with my multi colored walls
I am so thirsty.
4 comments:
This was BEYOND creative. I really liked this, where did you come up with it, may I ask? Because this is something I could've read out of like, a poetry book.
This was my favorite thing you've ever written.
I loved it.
Good Job!
Ironyyy
One thing I like about most, if not all, of your writings is how it seems so simple yet there seems to be some kind of underlying message or moral or storyline.
This was no exception.
Or maybe I'm just looking too far into it.
I'd like what Kayla said, and I completely agree. This post is wonderful, and I could see it in a poetry book too. I also agree with JJ. It's just like you were saying about Living Lines. It's written in such a simple sense, but the concept isn't so much for little kids.
And I like the way you make me picture things in my head, and I can imagine this kid in a canoe high in the clouds floating on the water all around him while he holds his necessities, and gasps for air because the lack of air up high...even though that's not completely what you said, it's how i imagined it.
JJ you're right
Alot of my stuff has moral underlying because thats what every episode of the twilight zone had xD
so like i try to "teach a lesson" i guess
so you're not looking to far into it
and thanks you guys for commenting!
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