Duality

Two incredibly short stories written for this gif I made

Ascension

I feel the rungs cold and brittle under my hand.

They creak and threaten to snap.

I know nothing but to rise, even in distrust.

I can’t fall back into the seething tides below.

I will not succumb to them again.

Descent

It’s euphoric rhetoric, to tell the rungs “no.”

To let slip, decide I’ve had enough, and fall below.

I can’t believe I put up with the ache of “up” for so long.

What a mistake, a joke.

Time to fall, right back down to where I belong.

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