Blurbs
Hide her from the world. She doesn’t want to be found. If no one can see her she won’t have to decide. But the spotlight is on her now. She feels her heart pounding, her knees go weak. How can she pick? How does she know?
She doesn’t want to be wrong. She wants to know she’s choosing the right one. She doesn’t want to get hurt, but knows that her decision will hurt someone. She’s not ready to let go, not yet.
The rain drops on her face make her smile. It’s like angels are crying, but she doesn’t cry with them. She welcomes their tears. They cleanse her soul and wash her worried away. She turns her face to the heavens as the tears pour down.
As the rain stops she opens her eyes. She is soaked, but her body feels so warm. Her heart is pounding as water drips off her fingers. She smiles and moves on. She feels alive because of the rain. It doesn’t judge her, pressure her, hurt her; it loves her, welcomes her, soothes her. It lifts her up and carries her away. The rain is her escape.
The crashing of the waves, the wind in her hair, the san in her shoes; It isn’t warm here, you can’t tan here, but she wouldn’t change it for anything.
The sky is a palette of oranges, pinks, yellows, blues, and purples. The waves look grey as they break alone the beach, and the setting of the sun reflects in the ocean. She can hear the whisper of grass in the wind. She sits in the cold sand and feels the beating of the waves against the sand in her chest; feels the waves swell in her hands; feels the waves go back out in her toes.
She is in love with the power of the ocean. She throws her anger out to it and can feel it pulled away from her. She feels all her hurt pulled out and let go. All is right in her life. This is her heaven. The waves are her clouds, the wind is her angels singing, the setting sun is her blinding light, and the sand is the path that will guide her in.
She closes her eyes and lays back. If she died now she would have no regrets. She feels a squeeze on her hand and knows her is thinking the same thing. A soft brush on the lips and it’s all gone.
He is her heaven. Her ocean.
This poison is inside her. She’s losing all control. She’s trying to fight it, but the more she fights it the more it takes over. She feels herself losing the battle, and then she’s gone.
She wakes up, remembering the nightmare. She can still feel the poison in her. She holds her head as her world spins. Out, it needs to get out, out of her. Crawling like an animal, she empties her body of the toxins.
Never again, she swears. Never again.
They let the music take over their bodies. They throw their hands to the sky and let go. The bass of the sing becomes the beating of their hearts; the melody becomes the air they breathe.
They are goddesses of this sound; Sirens to make ships wreck; Voices in the wind.