Around and round we go again, dancing with our painted delusions as the rain pours down our faces: it’s in our eyes, in our mouths, in our lungs, and it fills us until we are no more than buckets of water—pure—and I’m scared; I duck for cover under the shade of the wilting willow tree and call to you, but you keep dancing, grasping the hands of your demons beside you as you spin and spin and spin with your head raised to the sky; and you scream and scream and scream with the tendrils of your hair plastered to your skin and a wicked smile on your face, while I, your mere witness, huddle against the trunk of the tree, clutching my body to keep what’s left of my warmth from escaping, never taking my eyes off you, because if I did I was sure the rain would flood your body, and you would evaporate, and you’d pour onto the streets, flow over my feet, seep into my jeans, and then you’d wash away with the rain, never to be seen again.
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This is quite a piece, Lindsay-the hopelessness and desperation are quite prominent. It’s hard not to feel for the narrator as they watch their friend become consumed by their demons, helpless to do anything about it.
Sorry but this prose doesn’t make to much sense to be.Seep into my jeans?Just…I find it confusing.
The entire thing is a metaphor. It’s not supposed to be taken literally. But to clear up your confusion about the meaning of “seeping,” it means “to leak slowly through porous material.” Water can seep into jeans. Like when you accidentally spill water on yourself and you literally feel your leg slowly getter more and more wet. That’s what “seeping” means.
But good though.
I just found it confusing that’s all. And I know what seeping means.