Object Writing - Banister, Perforation

Continuing with the writing exercises.  You can read them if you like. These are unedited, you're given a word and you just go for 10 minutes! I try to do one most mornings, even if I have to run off to do something other than seriously working on a song.

BANISTER

The banister wound up and around the staircase like a coiled cobra into the white-ceilinged sky.  Black iron vertical spokes connecting bottom to top.  He wheeled around to take flight step by step, pedaling his courage to climb to the next floor.  Hand on semi-smooth, ice cold rail of coal black.  Blinding light from a little window way up high, the sun looking in on his hesitant ascent.  The noisy tussle of movement overhead of the spacious entryway had deceased and left only curiosity to fall upon him like rain and wet his appetite for mystery and careful exploration in the cavernous, so-called empty rooms above.  The banister urged him on hand over trembling hand.

PERFORATION

Her comment created a perforation on his thinking.  A surgical-sharp blade of wisdom cut into the fleshly center of his so-called logic.  Bleeding words of amazement.  He never felt this way before.  Thought this way about the problem before.  A much needed cut to the core of his viewpoint.  Scissoring ideas around the holes of his argument.  Tiny incisions like a biopsy surgeon's skilled handiwork were her phrases of healing encouragement.  Oozing release of anxieties like a squeezed snake bite wound.

Object Writing - Banister, Perforation