“I want to go somewhere I can breathe, somewhere where there is
no pain.”
***
A woman is lying, limbs akimbo, on a pile of slowly moldering bones.
Her chest barely rises but drastically sinks with each labored
breath;
Her eyelids flutter slightly but remain shut
From her hidden eyes stream golden tears,
and,
as they travel down her hollow face,
she ages:
Her once-youthful countenance is gradually ruined by deepening
wrinkles, her skin becoming increasingly reminiscent of a cracked
clay vase
There are cavernous creases surrounding her eyes, engulfing her eyes,
they are being filled and flooded by her tears, These Familiar And
Terrible Crevasses Within and Behind Her Eyes
So near is she to the formidable maw of this strangest Void; so
desperately do the Bones try to consume her, this Cracked Clay Woman
***
“I”
“I grasp you warmly”
“I”
“I grasp you warmly
by the hand.”
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