Licking the edge of the spoon she wiped clean the cream then got up and moved close to the mirror, staring at her reflection. She opened her mouth and began examining her tongue for all the colors from the rainbow cake she just hogged over. There was blue and red and a hint of pink somewhere…her lips formed a sweet curve and in an instant the shine in her eyes turned liquid.
It has been a considerable amount of time…and it does not appear to be helping. She has this feeling of emptiness, loss, confusion. Sort of unrest…her soul stirring like a whirlpool. CHAOS.
Not the kind that you like, neither the one that can be used to lift oneself up.
A whirlpool sucks things inside… it just knows how to consume and who knows what’s lost when you are trapped in it.
She called her mom and cried silently – just a little.
Trapped and consumed are the words to begin with. Craziness and pain a little ahead.
A simple life, no tragedies glorified.
Whirlpools, tsunamis, thunder storms.
None of it stands justified.
– Do we really need to justify pain?