trembling lad

Me and five of my friends were standing in front of the mirror this one night

And I kept passing my gaze from one person to the other, trying to figure out—which one am I?

To get a hint I waved my hand,

that's when I saw the trembling lad

holy shit

Peeking out from the ceiling drop

a ten year old boy with blacks in the whites of his eyes, and cavernous holes in the iris

He smiled as a

low moan left my

gaping mouth

That's when he jumped and hugged me from behind

My friends

greeted him

they greeted him

While I just stood there,

my mouth still gaping

I couldn't speak

as of at a loss for words but also

something else

a sickness leaving my mouth, a certain powerful

fatigueness in the form of

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

I don't know how to describe the state of my core, but you must understand

That the a/c unit in your old home

is always there but not,

until you pay it mind yet,

it is but

this sound, when you forget everyone else

and pay attention

your heart drops

A realization that it's been there and you didn't hear it all this time and

you know you will forget it again but it'll still be

there

Well, this voice leaving my body

or, what I thought was that

was a tsunami, it's how I'd imagine the

corpse of Anobody in the attic of haunted house 453

as it sat crying, the only light coming from a single LED, his flesh stolen by time and many

gnats

So the sound wasn't human, no, it was quite

foreign

not of this world but of

outer space

And I wasn't even sure if it was leaving my mouth or yours.

Wait, what? what do i mean yours i forgot which friend i was

i? i? who!

he's there

HOLY SHİT HES THERE

We've never spoken

I think he means to tag along

A very low octave

oh god.

I know you're wondering,

what happened when I waved my hand

at the beginning of this story.

'well, did you look? which friend were you?'

let's see, I must go back to when

I wanted to get a hint and so I

waved my hand,

Or, I think it was my hand I couldn't

feel it

and for some reason i couldn't

see it

Am I making you uncomfortable?

but in order to get the answer you seek,

You must hear me out

in this prolonged repeat.

You know sometimes you notice the shadow of a part of your body move,

and you can't make the connection-

You say, 'wait was it this finger

or this one?'

And you move this way and that, trying to figure out

Which one is it?

which friend is the owner of that

hand?

Oh come on, Azra, if you couldn't feel it

and make the connection there,

then why didn't you try to

see it?

My friend, let me just tell you that

it was so hard to bring myself to arch my neck downwards in order that i might

get a view

So I really have no answer for you

my bad, my bad