[100 Challenge] Ocean_06

A River to Wash Clean the Screens

I gathered up all of the electronics that I could fit in my arms and hauled em down to the river. Cables spilling through fingers, displays lapping at my face with their liquid crystal tongues. Dropped them in the water. My babies! My nemeses! Get ye baptized all the way on down to Hadestown. Silverblue like mirrors in toothpaste splatter. May the waters wash you clean, my pretties; I’ll be back in a hundred years to check on you, see if your naughty bottoms have got clean yet. We used to play ball, now we just sit and talk because that is all we can do. She asked where could she dry her placenta? He pointed to the sun. A ballroom dress that’s permanently mounted that you need to climb up in to, climb into it and then you can stay in it like a cocoon.