In Your Absence (I Lose Myself) by soapbox_solo38 (Second Verse Challenge)
It fails again.
I have a migraine from trying to read the scrawling instructions in a waterlogged notebook that’s still drying. The bruises on my hands, my legs and arms and torso, are a testimony to the challenge of piecing together shattered Ancient technology; various cuts sting from the salt water.
Some unnamable pain in my chest, aching beneath my breastbone, hurts more.
Oh, well. As long as I have enough raw material, I can always try a third - a fourth - a fifth - a hundredth time. I open the cloning program.
Behind me, the Lantean seas lap at misshapen bodies.
I have a migraine from trying to read the scrawling instructions in a waterlogged notebook that’s still drying. The bruises on my hands, my legs and arms and torso, are a testimony to the challenge of piecing together shattered Ancient technology; various cuts sting from the salt water.
Some unnamable pain in my chest, aching beneath my breastbone, hurts more.
Oh, well. As long as I have enough raw material, I can always try a third - a fourth - a fifth - a hundredth time. I open the cloning program.
Behind me, the Lantean seas lap at misshapen bodies.