02 Pipe Dreams [ Rose’s Journal ]
I was stuck between two pipes, a slow leak, drip. Drip. Drip. It’s not the biggest leak I have seen at the Hydro but a leak is... a leak. Not acceptable.
The flame from my torch is hot, white heat to melt metal, to mold it into any shape I want it to be. Holding the torch is a childhood memory, the feel of it’s grip tucked tight under fingers, so much longer now then the first time. The heat doesn’t seem to burn anymore, my thickened skin is use to it. Sometimes I want to touch the metal, just as quickly as it cools, I have made that mistake before.
Never again.
While I fix this leak though my mind weighs heavy on the people I left behind. Most of them left me behind really. Cookie cutters suck so much. I was never one of them. I only miss a handful of faces, most of those are long dead.
A few minutes to set up, a few seconds to fix. The leak is gone but i’m still stuck here in my Hydro heaven thinking about the faces long since gone.
