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    dots Submission Name: 911dots

    Author: Soul-Hugger
    ASL Info:    33/F/Canada
    Elite Ratio:    8 - 409/222/66
    Words: 266
    Class/Type: Misc/Misc
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    She never learned the difference between fight and flight,
    so she runs and she cries.

    She tunes the music to match her step, blasts it
    in her ears to drown out the sound of her small, grim heart
    as it hammers wildly, and runs
    until her legs burn,
    until the muscles bunch and strain,
    until her arms tremble and grow numb,
    until her body flushes with white electric heat
    ripped from the seat of the towering sky.

    The grinding beat, the bouncing shadows,
    the unforgiving granite of the road as it speeds beneath her
    compress and expand like the stinging breath heaved
    from smoke stained lungs.

    Tears or sweat, no one will know.

    At the top of the hill, she tears off her sweater,
    throws it to the ground, opens her mouth to scream.

    She screams until the sound becomes a gaping maw that swallows hell, until time folds back on itself,
    until sound and silence mean nothing
    apart from nothing


    The nurses rush the room, all alarm bells and soft soled shoes.

    The weak, pale woman stands beside her bed, blood splattering the white tiles.

    "She's pulled the wires out," they say, as she slumps to the floor.


    The light is calling. Her breaths are slow and steady now, her eyes aglow. The birds dip and dive between the wavering shadows, the road whispers, waiting

    Submitted on 2019-02-04 12:19:31     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      This vary decripted story of before and the later till she may not make it. It's true that horrable reality of a unsinitive evenviorment, the one of third party, the one where one could find a nurse, takes the meaning to a minamized leavel.

    As the story goes, 911, is a tail of woe, a tail like it could be anybody. The dramitics of this work is very decsriptive, i get the feeling of anticipating the next move , where will this tail take next.
    So, ya I am in , 911, tells the tail, and it hits the mark.
    | Posted on 2019-03-02 00:00:00 | by teika5 | [ Reply to This ]

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