2. Perforated

LITERARY IMPULSE DAY 2 PROMPT: THUNDERCLOUDS

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Maybe it's the thunderclouds. They gurgle outside. I wait. For what? I don't know. And even my stomach gurgles. A thundercloud is floating inside the cave of my stomach, which should have been full. But is not.

And I am not hungry even.

Thunderclouds are not as fragmented as I am. I am just a white fluffy cloud that does nothing, but floats and floats-like my own hopes-and keep on wandering the earth of sky without water, with an empty stomach, where my heart resides. I do not even make noise. A Cumulus, I just graze through my existence like most of the humans. Not making even an iota of sound.

A fragmented soul is not supposed to.

Maybe if they clone me? But no. I will not think about that. For now, thunderclouds outside suffice... waiting for me to go out so they can shed their load of water.

But of course they would pass right through me-my fragmented self, perforated, a sieve. Ha.

(next part in next post)

Prompt used: Thunderclouds by @shabdaaweg #napowrimoshabdaaweg

- Nachi Keta