"Where are you my smallest child??? Have you run to the cool of the shade of the trees? In the park where the air is so fresh and cool that you feel the need to inhale deeply..........walk slowly through that park as the asphalt begins just over there......... I miss you! I love you! K-Mommy”
Lying, face down in the sweet green grass
Breaths coming in gasps
she is dying.
she has fled the confines of her bed, her prison.
she has shed the robe that had bound her too tightly.
and, now, here she lies.
naked and bare
exposed to the earth.
voices from another time shouting.... "no" "rise" "keep fighting" "stay with us"
she raises her single index finger,
as if to say "give me a minute"
knowing that a minute is all she has.
she whispers. "be quiet and I will describe death to you"
her eyes dilate
and the intense light feels dark.
the earth is humming.
and she hums with it.
in tune
in the moment she wonders if she has ever been this alive before?
at one with the earth and at peace with herself.
she dies.
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