GUEST BLOGGER 3: SMUT ABYSS (BY DAVID WEST)

Heyy my loves! This is the last post for the bloggers’ week. This is a bit deep and might need your undivided attention. I love you all. Enjoy!

The dust tastes and smells like lime,” her slowly dying brain spat at her. This had become a regular occurrence in the last three hours in the uncomfortable position she had been in for about 10 hours or more or less, it was getting hard for her mind to concentrate on anything it seemed her mental clock had broken as she was not able to discern the difference between seconds and hours.

It was a pain to open her eyes as there wasn’t difference when they were open or not… But one thing her poorly functional brain knew for sure was kind of a mantra…”my name is Jessica, I am alive, I am not blind, I am not hurt, I’ll make it out of here through Christ who strengthens me… ” nothing else came to her fuzzy, groggy mind but that. Her free hand wandered aimlessly but it felt good to the rest of her immobile body, as least that hand wasn’t trapped she would make it out alive… Her mind still hopeful and optimistic that she would escape from this situation with minimal harm…
Her left eye ventured opening and was immediately blasted with pain of intrusion as dust piled itsway into her eyelid, she absorbed the pain in a qeer but muffled sob… The task of opening her eye was done in vain as all she saw was the exact same darkness that existed behind her eyelid… A tear wandered down her face as her mind sluggishly took her back to the earlier hours of the same day that had started beautifully…
Her hair flowed down to her shoulders shiny, black and beautiful; brushed properly with a sky blue ribbon tied on top of her head, the ribbon matched the color of her long sleeved shirt which she wore on a knee-length tight fitted skirt, her eye lashes fluttered as she stared at her own reflection in the mirror of her dresser. Simplicity was a perfect contrast to the contents that adorned the carved wooden dresser.
She stepped away from the mirror and was greeted with the familiar clicking of her black wedges against the tiled floor, her small bed sat in the middle of the apartment, which was quite a cramped little room, kitchen and toilet. She looked at the left wall Which sat her semi impressive shoe rack leaning precariously close to the television, she glanced at her wrist watch… she was running late again, she spun on the balls of her feet simultaneously picking up her bag and Bible, making her way To the door. She tucked the Bible into her bag and picked up the key to the door from the grey low table beside the door swiftly letting herself out into the apartment complex and locking the door behind her. She walked with a deliberate grace toward the stairway eyes moving past the semi cracked walls with latent familiarity to them, she felt secure as always as she got to the ramp of the ground floor. She took a few steps before hearing a scary groan from around her. She looked around taking in the already familiar surrounding structure. A stained brown building loomed above her two stories high, she looked around again noticing new cracks in the wall but ignored them as she decided to make her way toward the exit of the building. The whole structure groaned again, the ground beneath her started vibrating…. No it was shaking furiously… She didn’t understand the feeling of what was an earthquake. The building buckled in waves as the structure fell apart and crashed all around her. Something hit her head and all went black.

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Remember, always reflect God’s perfection xx