Walking alone down the muddy path, naming the stones, anger, grief, vengence, resentment, contempt. Tears
rolling over cheeks like the water rolled over rocks in the stream below. Like drops of disdain falling from the sky,
wetting hair and the world around. Suffocating
in drenched air.
Nothing but echoes of sadness across phone lines. Opened doors, warm embraces, melting frozen windswept
tears as lined pockets melt chapped hands. Tick-tick-tick went the chemistry clock. Dingggg went the school bell
and voices empty the hall. Sounds that satisfy anxious thoughts, but can’t reach the now oblivious. Quivering
bodies lay idle. Dampness is kissed from faces.
Frozen strawberries to calm a blazing core. Consolation in emerald eyes surrounded in sprinkled strawberry
freckles. Lips part, teeth sink. Tongues find what’s cold and soft. Skin wrinkles to make way for delight. Hollowed
minds welcome bliss, however ignorant.
Slipping fingers hastily deliver icy fruit to salivating tongues, hungry for the brief interception of pleasure.
Laughter dries up tears and hair falls back into place. The stream runs dry. One by one, the frozen delights
disappear, each bite a temporary distraction from the pain that led them down that once muddy path. Behind locked
doors, inside four walls, the world outside turns weightless.
Emerged empowered. Walking together down the packed-dirt path, naming budding saplings, tranquility, joy,
forgiveness, sympathy, content. Hands stretched up towards the sky like leaves vying for rays of light. Like
bubbling springs warm cracked ground. And the air, for once, light enough to breathe in.
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