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Waiting for Azrael

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  Waiting for Azrael The air in the room doesn't move; it simply presses. She has long since stopped looking at the clock, realising that time here isn't a sequence, but a weight. The waiting room has fractured, the mundane reality of plastic chairs and linoleum tiling splintering into a jagged, stained-glass fever dream . High-pitched frequencies of burning red and sickly yellow vibrate against the walls, echoing the frantic noise of a mind that has run out of distractions. She pulls her legs inward and forms a tight knot, dressed in indigo and bruised purple. She tries to find a purpose in her world that refuses to stand still. Every sharp edge of colour feels like a spiritual siege , a sensory reminder that her momentum has been forcibly halted. There is no use in pacing. There is no use in resisting the authoritative hand of the "in-between." To survive this stall, she must stop fighting the current and become part of the stagnant water. She buries her face, lets ...

Silent and Co-existent

 





Silent and Co-existent poem

The lounge was filled with strangers waiting for their flight.

Despite the unspoken communion, the author felt isolated.

The author was anxious about the possibility of a delayed or cancelled flight.

Others in the lounge were also battling their uncertainties.

The experience was both physical and emotional.

Patience, resilience, and a willingness to confront frustration were required.

The wait was temporary and would soon be over.

Everyone was determined to refrain from demonstrating their inabilities.

The sense of isolation was difficult to shake.

The wait required a strong sense of control.

The uncertainty of the situation was overwhelming.

The wait required a sense of community.

The experience was one of shared struggle.

The wait required a willingness to confront one's own limitations.

The sense of anticipation was palpable.

The wait required a sense of determination.

The experience required a sense of perspective.

The wait was a test of one's emotional fortitude.

The experience required an ability to stay calm under pressure.

The wait was a reminder of the unpredictability of life.










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