I hung with my hands against the wall, mere inches of myself
keeping me hanging of the side of the building. The window edges were poking
from the flat expanse of wall. The earth was a ghastly 200 miles from the
ground. The asphalt was simmering in the hot sun. The people mill about with
their hands in the pockets, or sides swinging like great mills that are lacking
the wind to propel themselves forward. The feet of many a suffering man (and by
man I mean all humanity) shuffling along sidewalks. Wearing down the concrete
slabs until nubs remained from the fingers of earth. My body hung like wet
laundry from the silver sheet of glass. The gravity pulls strongly on my shoes,
weighing down the black bricks, the asphalt calling them down in order to give
them a maternal kiss. My fingers, white with the tension, bone hooking onto the
red surface. I inched to the side,
slipping just a little bit lower every raise of my hand. My heart fails to send
more blood to my hands, the blood slipped down into and around my neck, each beat
brought new heat surging. Cold hands, dangling limbs, throbbing heart, burning
lungs. All slipped across the building. The sun plastered the light on to only
half of the building. The building; half eaten and still, was predominating out
of the earth, jagged teeth against smoky dark. The fingers of the right hand slipping down
below the sill, tilting my body violently to the side, I swung back, a pendulum
against the flat surface. I managed to wedge my foot onto a close by metal ledge.
I stepped to relieve my sweaty cold fingers from the crumbly earth for a
moment. But my legs, failing me, I slumped down again. I took a deep breath and
re-administered the pressure; I managed to straighten myself that way, pulling
with more effort this time from my arms. I took the next step bringing myself
about 3 feet from freedom. My arms and lungs were burning with the exertion. I
managed to haul my body to the gray dented fire escape, reaching relief. My
head bursting with blood now, I rolled myself over the hand rail and landed with
a shivering thump on the cool surface. I lay there and breathed for thirty
seconds, laughing out my relief, and my head felt clear again I sat up slowly,
my body aching and shaking I hoisted
myself to my feet using the handrail as my support. I tittered down the stairs
slowly and with effort towards the dark empty street, my arms swinging
like great mills that were lacking the wind.
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