A Calm Catastrophe

A CALM CATASTROPHE

The metallic doorknob sends sparks of pain hurtling through Daniel Keller’s frail fingers and along the highway of nerves that cloud around empty vacuums inside his mind.  Dead wintry silence encompasses the dissonant trailer with the weight of a heavy fog.  Cold resonance creeps under tattered layers of clothing expelling the heat beneath his shivering skin.  Still, the metallic doorknob with blasts of numb and distant-felt explosions cannot destroy Daniel’s twisting motion finally releasing its binding commitment to the adjacent walls.  As Daniel enters, the trailer’s consuming darkness inhales splashes of sunlight removing its presence from reality in an instant burst of disappearance.  A single step bridges his forward and backward fixations with the suspension of the present world.  Powdered snow disperses off the winding grooves on the bottom of his boots.  Once inside, quickly whipping winds seize the door’s momentum ripping Daniel’s fragile fingers from the cold-pierced metal handle.  Its yearning frame elicits earsplitting terror with a shatter as darkness streams out of abysmal hidings deep within his hollow pupils.  Unknown forces drain the black and drain the black and drain the black until his eyes face suffocation.  Daniel lost in absentia collapses to the floor; heavens imploding on the Earth.  His sifting breath seeps into the surrounding air as Death’s vibration jitters across the flesh and bones of countless other fallen bodies.  Soon, patient nothings restore themselves to the tranquility of a gently drifting feather cascading alongside a whispering dream.