Verbal tantrums of a writer & an anxious spectator of life.

Month: September, 2012

They said the title was optional.

the second before she drowned, she saw her left ankle warped in a rope with a stone of a thousand tons, and above she came, the water flowed, in her mind the knife was found, to break the leash, to surrender but never to retreat, she breathed life unto her soul, and she said out loud, her hair dripping wet and her white silk dress clinging to her body as if without it, death would be close, and she said: “tomorrow, perhaps tomorrow i’ll look back and laugh at the wound that only my lungs can feel each time i breathe, but if i can laugh, then the pain, then only would the pain see defeat.” but what if my lungs forget the grace of the ability to breathe, i’m too scared, she thought, too scared to drown again.

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