It was all she could see through swollen eyes.
Hazy thoughts held onto what it offered.
Escape.
Her outstretched fingers reaching…
Hope had long ago fled for surviving intact.
The promise the razor whispered of
Pulsed in her loud, like music.
A chant of determination
Focused her attention to a pinpoint.
Thick heavy ropes,
Braided over each moment of her childhood,
Held her tightly bound in painful knots.
Each anchoring strand
Engraved with memories.
Only her swollen eyes
&
Outstretched fingers
Could be seen
Underneath the mound of misery.
Still she struggled.
Exhausted,
Her sigh of near defeat released just enough breath
To finally wiggle within reach of the razor.
In the name of love,
She had allowed each new binding.
To protect the flesh of her blood kin
She had been willing to shed her own.
Long after they had flown away,
She finally realized the only one left to protect was herself.
They told her she was broken.
She thought they were right.
The razor was within her grip.
She licked a tear to moisten her tongue,
Cried out, & slashed deeply.
As the weight left her body,
Her soul rejoiced in relief at the release.
They looked on expecting death…
Her naked, raw, emotional dancing shocked them instead!
By: Carina Seastar
Shellscapades 