She moved the buzzing machine to her head, salty tears cascading down her cheeks. She was going to do it. Lose all of the pretty silken strands holding her down, constantly averting her eyes to the ground. Her hand inched backward. No turning back now. Then came a rush of adrenaline, undeniably indicating that she was indeed, finally fearless. The thick black curtain that had shadowed her vision for so many long years was gone. A temporary relief, yes, but a small sliver of freedom was better than none at all.
YOU ARE READING
deep lovely dark
Poesieif I tell you how I feel, will you promise to never use it against me?
