Setting-ish

So... I'm at a writing camp. And we had to describe a setting. And I realized I hadn't updated this blog in awhile. I'll give it a picture when I get home and can upload stuff.

Cold.

Dark.

Still.

The darkness hides the cracks. Cracks that break the cement floor up into crooked triangles. Cracks that creep towards the walls, as though one could watch them grow. Cracks filled with the fallen flecks of paint held down by the water that occasionally drips from the pipe.

Drip.

Drip.

And the Still flees.

The pipes are sheltered by a sink, once silver, now brown with rush. Several names have been scratched into the side with sharp objects—the ghosts of knives, flashlights, pins, needles and sharpies still linger. Jason has claimed the east wall as his own, while NA and KT are trapped together in a heart.

Shoved off in the corner is the toilet. Porcelain shiny white and crack-free, it lords over the rest. The cracks pool at its base, but it pays no heed to the lowly, the rusty, the broken. It knows that it is the only thing visible in the never-ending dark.