Broken Vessel

Abandoned on the kitchen counter with a long stick penetrating its stitch, her heart hammering a gas pump, taps with rage for being brusquely woken. Towering without permission, desecrating and feeling like an angry beast, she throws herself at the deep hole frolicking her frenzy hair to shelter her angst. Pricked by a nail and boosted by a cylinder, there came the jaded neon light rocket propelled grenade jetting through the falling meteorite. White flag on hand, she thunderly hails to the Android screaming peteously but snubbed by the passerby and succumbed to fainted hair-raising winks, she squelched gently into a crawl, conceding to the shattered trek.
©️Angela Aguiar

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