February 2011
4 posts
A desert surrounded her. Her feet were bare and burning on the scorching sand. The sand crawled in between her toes and the blistering air baked her skin. It was dark and peeling, with a tint of red. Her lips were cracked and her mouth was dry. She raised her head and stared into the sun. Her eyes closed instinctively and she breathed in heavily. As she breathed out, she felt a power rush through...
My eyes stung intensely. They felt like a thousand needles were stabbing them. Ask me how it happened and I could not tell you how. I do not know if it was shock from the icy water, or if some other force was blocking my memory until that point. All I know is that I was standing on a frozen lake and that I had fallen through. Naturally, I was not prepared. In situations such as those, it is...
She is laying perfectly still. Staring at her reflection in the clear, now lukewarm water. She moves only slightly, and I watch as the water gently ripples across her body. When she breathes in, it streams down from her chest, filling every crevice… the place from which she was given life. It hugs her sides when she moves, critiques and compliments her physique. It seems like the tide, It rises...
Seeing one’s self in their very own eyes, without the assistance of a mirror or anything like it, is quite frightening. I think no one could describe it properly, even less describe the intensity of it. A complete and accurate description would, surely, not be possible. There are some who can keep an integrated mind, through such an event. The question as to “who can or can’t” will remain a...