She lies upon clean cotton sheets, a cocoon
curled into itself inside this benevolent
holding cell, mesmerized by the soft
click clicking of the overhead fan
whispering that she is still alive. During the
split second as she is siphoned away with
no warning, will she realize why the sound has stopped?
nm circa 2014
Thank you for sharing this beautiful moment with us. I have some similar moments wanting to be shared, and you encourage me to try.
We all know what happens to that “try” stuff. I look forward to you doing it!
Thank you, but make that “you” instead of “we all.” I don’t mind, tho I now I keep referring to it. Guess I’m too ego inolved. :>0