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Oxidize

  • Writer: Gomathi Raveendran
    Gomathi Raveendran
  • Jul 26, 2020
  • 2 min read

Disclaimer: I wrote this in 11th grade, with my mind full of chemical reactions after a particularly interesting chapter. Yes, I was a complete nerd for chemistry. This work contains a whole load of chemistry metaphors and is quite honestly subpar. But I still want this to be here, as a memory. You've been warned.

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The most scarring experiences are the ones that were never expected.

The most impacting strokes are that of the steady small stream over its bed rocks rather than the thunder that falls mightily.

Slowly getting rancid. Worse and worse until what you thought was low was already far behind you. The bitter and foul smell settles onto your tongue and you bid your time for next lowest level, for something to shock your numb nerves.

Slow dehydration, thinning blood and alcoholic heart beats. We laugh, sweating conversations and salty skins. We breath the oxides, some hydrogen mostly carbon - from strangers' lungs. Pass it on. You are falling and floating, among so many friends yet so alone.

You seem to trust these friends because they seem to oxidize you. Excite you to new levels. The drink they gave you really did. The three of them, you could name them each, you were sure, but they were all one and the rest of the strangers seem to be blurred into three's and two's. Polymerization. Everything seemed linked and blurred to a jumbled mess. The three of your friends merged into a single ominous stranger.

You are happy, ecstatic and who the hell cares about metaphors? If you think you're oxidized, you are.

Break down, break down. Seeing colors in the dark, disco lights, what a headache.

Too bright. Hide away.

Tripping.

Tripping and falling over things from other dimension, the ominous stranger in front of you slipped their hand into your pocket, which one of the three was it? Or was it truly just a stranger? Vision like a flip-book animation, with every page the faces changed. But the fingers were clear, they held onto something as they faded away.

Weird. Why would they want your wallet?

 
 
 

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