The ashes scatter across the once leavened land. Empty trees hung their harrowed arms beneath an ocean of smoke, drowned small animals and thickened Emily's pale skin. She moaned at the bottom of it, ocean animals swayed into vermin holes around her and she peered orb-eyed at the ozone breaking above her in orange and blue and gray light. Her eyes had glazed over, a monotone affect like *, vivid blue ain't so blue. The alarm sounded, and she broke through, eyes sparked life again and she rose to her feet, galloped toward the slaughterhouse before she could think. Four small children, androgynous, dressed in overalls, ran at her, sapphire gems in hand. Before she could open her thin cracked lips to warn them, the sensors triggered the tiny missiles that pulled them into the quarry. Emily fell to the ground, hit her knees on some sharp black rocks without wincing. Her * silence lingered as she slowly, uncertainly, turned to ash.
*anemic, blanched, cadaverous, colorless, ghastly, gray, leaden, pale, pallid, pasty, sallow, wan, white, depression, downheartedness, dumps, eyes, heaviness of heart, lowness, low spirits, melancholy, peepers, postpartum depression
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This is really cool. Good use of footnotes. I think I'm gonna to some experimentation in that area, using footnotes and references as a formal element...
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