Make a Crash, Make it Loud

            You were walking in the woods one day and a clown starts to walk next to you. He is sneering at you and you plead, “Why are you doing this to me?!” but he just gets on his unicycle and wheels away. You decide to shake it off and you see a gigantic, mossy boulder near a small creek. There are colossal trees all around you and leaves covering your feet. You bend down to see a tiny caterpillar run across your toes. You then realize you don’t like caterpillars but before you could yell at it, it turned into a butterfly and flew away. You decide not to dwell on this and you climb the mossy boulder, grabbing tree roots etched across this massive rock. Once on the top, you scream your lungs out. Your lungs also decide to fly away and you stand to catch them, but they are too far now. You frown because those were your best lungs ever and you get your anger out on the rock by kicking it and you run off.

            You stumble into a town and people with lungs are everywhere. They are breathing in your face, mocking you with every suck of air they take in. You frown and run to the first store with a puddle of red water in the front. The manager greets you with a high five and your grimace at how offensive it is. You make your way to the back where your find a postage kid. He looks at your with a knowing look and you grab his hand and run. You both head to an alley where you find a ladder that leads up. You climb it and find yourself on a Ferris wheel.

He is laughing with his lungs and you want to hug him so tight just to get those lungs out. But instead you grab his hand and rush over to the hall o’ horrors. This is where you see everyone breathing and laughing. There is your mother, breathing in your face and you want to punch the image but he grabs your hands and leads you towards the light. You try to scream; realizing you can’t you put on a plaster smile and close your eyes.

“Wake up!” he yells in your ear and you do so. But the trick is on you when you see people all around you, breathing, making sure you’re okay. You want to yell at them, tell them all to leave with their precious lungs. When you open your mouth to do this, something comes out but it is not breath nor is it your voice. It is a noise though, and a thick liquid. This confuses you because you don’t remember being sick…or anything for that matter.  A woman near you screamed in your face and you try to move your hand to get a hold of her lungs but your hand won’t move; you can’t even find your hand. You look around and see that your hand did not, in fact, run away. But something is wrong here. Your hand is right next to you but your can’ move it. You can’t move anything. You look at the postage boy and he gives you a familiar look.

The it happens. It is when everything rushes back to you. The memories, the realization, the pain, the anxiety. Your lungs, they are in you, but they aren’t working. Something is in them, the red liquid just keeps coming back up and you can’t swallow it. The panic hits you hard and your look is frantic. The pain is everywhere and anywhere: in your arms, legs, head, lungs, and the boy’s eyes. This boy is your lover. That day on the Ferris wheel is when you two heard the carnival was in town and you went to have some fun. You remember that you first met him in a postage place, his eyes full of pureness. Now they are filled with pain and sorrow, worry and fear. You want the happy eyes back, the eyes that say everything is going to be okay. But now these eyes are starting to fade and you can see his lips move but no noise rings in your ears.

You fade back to the trees all around you; the people turn into tiny, flat leaves. You are back on the boulder with your postage boy and his eyes are blank. For a moment you start to think why but then you realize your mind is blank too. You switch your gaze to the sky which is turning purple and orange. You squint and you can see a pair of 2 lungs flying off together. You smile, realizing those are the postage boy’s and your lungs. You turn your head to look back at the boy who is now asleep next to you. The clown from before smiles and whispers in your ear, “Everything is going to be okay, go to sleep.” You smile as your eyes close and both worlds around you black out. It’s then that your lungs take its final breath and float away.

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