"One to Ten"
The whistle of the kettle in our kitchen makes me feel the cold breezy air of December.
Thoughts by thoughts, until the thoughts were not bearable anymore.
As your whisper heard and as the whistle of the kettle filled my ears—
I screamed.
The thoughts with vivid images flashed on the TV screen.
It wasn't you—that's what I thought it was, but I was wrong.
I counted from one to ten until the pain fades.
One. I breathed in.
Two. I breathed out.
Three. I screamed.
Four. I wailed.
Five. I asked Him.
Six. I begged.
Seven. I prayed.
Eight. I asked for an early redemption.
Nine. I started to write the number 1, 2 and 3.
Ten. I smiled and blurted out the word 'Done'.
📝 A.M.
