I can feel it. It's my turn now. I squeeze out of her, having my first taste of freedom. Before leaving completely, I lick her bottom lashes and slide down her cheek. Oh, how exhilarating! This ability to travel so quickly, so smoothly. How long will this feeling of liberation last? Ouch! Another joins me, we morph as one. Together we become more powerful. Together, we travel. We fall off her chin, clinging onto each other. But not to worry, for we fly! That is, until we fall onto her dress. Where now? Where now? Where will my path lead me? Weak. I feel weak. We both do. Why, what is happening? The harsh fabric sucks us in. Absorbing us of our life. Our freedom. We are no more, but we will be remembered. We must be.
Until next time.
xx
Well, my mind, I can safely say, works in a strange way that doesn't correlate with too many others, so it could mean anything. Thank you again:)
ReplyDeleteAnd your post is pretty. It's good to let those little things out to see the light of day. But I hope they aren't falling onto YOUR dress too often.
My fair lady, you are quite welcome. I liked it. Quite a pretty little piece of writing indeed. And yes, I'm glad too.
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