Doux Chuchotements

Fingers begin to slowly move around the left side of her face—

She twitches, eyes squeezed tightly in irritation-

‘Ah!’ She exclaims. Then smiles as she hears the voice in a hushed tone.

A voice that reminds her of the taste of honey, a golden syrup like sound. Huh, this voice she’s heard before.

She gradually makes her way out of bed.

Again, the voice speaks in a hushed tone. She can not stop herself from taking hold of a blade.

The blade is in one hand which nearly reaches her chest. Another voice cries out like an explosion, telling her to stop what she’s about to do.

Her hands tremble. She lets the blade drop to the floor with a clang.

Tears stream down her face. It’s not easy for her to shut out the voices. She would have to try to do so, & harder next time.

02/09/2020

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