Beginning of Being

[bethylynn503]

Glass steel window walled room. Dark and bright all at once. Rows and rows of vessels, calm and still. The face is breathless. Motionless and un-alive yet far from death. Grey matter for flesh, grey because the blood is still. Singled out from all the other sesproc. It is her turn. Her neck curves gracefully young and un-worn. Hair drapes

Comments

i'm not depressed

[oneandonlyrpd]

omg Bethany, I love your work. I'm big into prose too, I hope you're not feeling alone...I sometimes feel alone like that, "un-alive" as you called it, "yet far from death" yeah death would be to easy there's always that suffering period before you forget that you're always alone...

<3 happy val
~Dustin

[rrragweed]

I hope you'll know total peace, love <3