Motions

 

She was born a hundred years old on the edge of a cliff in a rainstorm. Her idea of happiness is walking under ladders and counting how many breaths she can muster before her last one. You’d argue she isn’t living but for her there is no more beautiful way to remember she’s alive than to paint notches on the bottoms of her feet: one for every lump in her throat, two for every laugh – the massive, guttural ones that make your eyes leak and your belly seize up – because they’re the ones you feel even after they’ve gone. She spends Shavasana dreaming up war and comes away with awareness. She practices a religion of cautious writhing, she wants to know the world with the consequences of knowledge. Shred up every vital part of her and watch her pour over every piece like some hellish puzzle. She’ll never remember where everything goes but she’ll be better for it. If you want to love her, tread with a full heart, but be sure to leave some room for her to hide. She is the most passionate tragedy you’ll ever know. Don’t try and chase her, she isn’t leaving. Even in the dark, even when she’s praying, she’ll be begging you to turn a light on.

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10 responses to “Motions

  1. I love this piece. 🙂
    I can’t write flash fiction. I’m too verbose, I think.

  2. OMG…wow. Goose bumps, baby!

  3. Louise Bucher

    The most passionate tragedy you’ll ever know … Love that line ! You truly have a gift, with words, with story lines, with enabling us to know your characters and with creating such hungry and torturous souls. Thank you for sharing, looking forward to another glimpse of a world only you can so elegantly write about.

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