The pain of waiting




The dark red spread as it hit the water…..

The music was pounding, the stall was shrinking.

Her flash hanging, drip, drip, drip.

The pain and terror finally, she was numb.  She just wanted it to all stop, for somehow to go back, somehow to find those moments again.

Drip, Drip, Drip

She enjoyed the shapes that the water made as it hit the toilet bowl.

Boredom kills, it slowly takes the mind, then the Soul, no stimulus, no growth.

She wanted something new…well, this was new.

Drip, Drip, Drip

She suddenly noticed the knife in her hand.  The small pen knife she always carried.  It was used many time, for Sacred offerings, looks like it was used for another on.  It was pink and wet.

Some of the dark fluid landed on the floor, she shoot mesmerized by the shapes, she saw animals and flowers, skeletons and amoebas.

Drip, Drip, Drip

slow dripping, the waiting to the next drop.   The waiting, the waiting is so painful…she could not stand anymore to wait for anything!  She grasped her forearm and gripped tightly, she squeezed and slip her hand down….pushing out as much of the sacred fluid as she could.

Splash, splash, splash


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