What the Story Believes #2: Glass Ghosts
An experiment in reaching essence continues ...
Not everything sleeps.
GLASS GHOSTS
lower decks
a dark assembly
stasis vaults
glass sarcophagi
all quiet, but two
Zophia awakening
alone
arms crossed
unreadable
pulsing
tanks hissing
thoughts stuttering in time
not supposed to be here
two vaults
twitching with life
out of sync
Gurdjieff
man of careful words
man of careful betrayals
Couldn’t forget.
hand hovered near glass
fingers twitching
cold breath curled
Something doesn’t sleep quietly.
words heard before
Stable.
For now.
Zophia’s gaze
Gurdjieff’s pod
slowed pulse
Some things wake
long before they’re meant to.
forcing herself to leave
hesitant
sterile air pressing
against her skin
silent watcher
Once me.
unbidden
unwelcome
I’ll find you.
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