A bird flopping on the ground, awkwardly trying to find her balance with only one wing. Struggling against nature and confusion in a horrific dance.
The cataclysmic crunch of metal on metal, twisting and screaming as it smashes together, majestically wrenching and reforming at the point of impact.
The blind stumble through a strange room in the dark. Hand extended only to step on a block and slam a knee into the corner table, followed by the crunch of a stubbed toe.
What sound does confusion make?
To what sound does a heart break?
What does loss look like?
What form is created by grief?
Maybe nothing at all. A sandal long forgotten on a bench.
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