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] Date Posted: 10:02:16 11/24/07 Sat This was her reality. A world with needles and tubes with bags attached that gave or took life in it's own time as effortless as blowing a flickering candle out...or lighting it. Bracing for the needle to slip-pierce her proferred arm, she winced in effect, although internally she knew that this time she could not feel that bite of skin tear. No, nothing could break through the wall she erected within her own mind. Nurses walked by as the technician taped the needle down onto her arm...the fluid staved off by the wheel within the tube, locked until the technician knew that no jarring would knock the needle out, or misplace it within the vein. Satisfied with a final tap of the port, the technician stood up and looked down at the silent woman. "That should hold this time", the technician said, "If it begins to burn let me know - I'll stop it immediately." And then she was gone....walked away and into the nurses station to write her version of the accounting of this woman. Her patent, their patient. Her arm reached out, thick in places and pulsing as an unknown hand turned the wheel and unlocked the fluid....the rush of cold flooding her veins. She imagined a warm underground tunnel flushed with ice water and blanched at the hit where it curved under her skin and down into the mammary wall....feeling the undercurrent of silent veins and capillaried finger-vessels freeze. It was a silent and hurried flush that overtook her heart and swam against her lungs...her heart fighting the coldness, fighting the fluctuating jump-skip of flailing beats until she was beating the snow within her soul, knowing that should she cough it would be flakes of white falling effortless from her lips...the white powder of her internal mixing with the external. Her breath of fresh air, a cold frost....killing frost. A pair of hands offered a thick blanket, and upon her nod, laid it snugly against her immobile body, loosely covering her arm with it's now pulsing tube...her umbilical cord, she now thought. Umbilical cord of a killing kind, staving off the deadness while killing the living - which was the lesser of two evils? The disease or it's cure? She chose the cure, waiting for the end - knowing the inevitable but still choosing with an instinctual urge to fight for life. In her mind, she wandered. Outside of her body, people walked by, talking. But as she slid down into her mind, the voices muted...muffled into heartbeats as she stepped down the staircase that led to her undersouled heart - the place where she lives now when pain holds her now immobile body hostage. She opened the door and stepped over the threshold....and found........ Hands now hold her immobile body, electrical currents race towards her brain, basking in its freedom, the joyful singe of her heart...but she isn't there.... ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* .....now, she walks in the white place where the cold doesn't touch her. His smile reaches her first. His hands second where they grab the lapels of her robe and pull her towards him, yet at the same time pull them together in an effort to swaddle and cuddle. She doesn't want to look anywhere else but in his eyes because she knows she only has seconds before they find her again. He smiles and she hears his voice, warm and tender in her ear, "It's been an eternity - I've been waiting for you. Come with me now." And as she leans in, she falls...down....down......down ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* COLD. It hits her hard, slamming into her head and neck as her arm, now a red flaming sword, swings freely - she is fighting against an army that continues to fall forward, never retreats. She is the warrior within that will not fall - her duty is to live. She will not give in to any Lord that would hold Death as a seduction. She is LIFE!!! And breathing deep, she jumps up those stairs and kicks at her wall....each brick dissolving into ether as she surges forward, looking for the way upwards and not out.... ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* She opens her eyes to a doctor's concerned gaze...her now proffered arm is bandaged and no longer attached to any bag. She weakly smiles at him as his eyes light up at the sign of life found in her face. "Where've you been?" he asks. "Out", she replies. "Well, next time, let me know where you're going so I can send the search party out for you", the doctor said. "You won't have to", she says, "I found my way back on my own this time...and there won't be any going back, at least not this week." He smiled and turned to the waiting nurse. Their conversation muted, but she didn't mind. She looked around the room and took in the monitors and their attached wires that had found their way to leech onto her skin. No, they wouldn't find their way to her flesh again...next time, she would fight on her own. Her choice in her own kind of reality. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |
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Author: andy [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 22:08:08 11/24/07 Sat Surprised to find this here. The out of body experience! They call that tripping I think? Anyway, very much enjoyed the story. When I have an out of body experience I'm naked most of the time. Didn't know you write stories too but, hell, I'm not surprised either. andy [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |
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Author: Christine [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 06:22:22 11/25/07 Sun Andy? You? Surprised? *clapping hands* I'm applauding me...*giggling* Glad you enjoyed the trip...although nakedly. *Smile* ~Hugs~ [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |
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Author: Sasha [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 16:20:20 11/25/07 Sun Quote: ____________________________________ the rush of cold flooding her veins. ____________________________________ ~ I remember that feeling very well... your words take me right there... a vivid journey...very well done, girlie *hugs* Sash xx . [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |
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Author: kristen. [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 20:37:07 01/01/08 Tue wow, what a way to draw a reader in! you certainly do rock my little socks off. :D [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |
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Author: Bagger Vance [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 10:04:15 01/18/08 Fri aye... he stood from the corner of that room and nodded at the accounting via your engrossing narrative friend poetess.. felt the nuances of your fight, your found, your travel :o) [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |