A Transformation of Sorts
May 18th, 2011 § 4 Comments
“How do you feel?” Her uniform sparkles loudly, so crisp and sharp.
“Ok.” Now go away.
” No pain?” The nurse tucked the blanket in, straightened while she talked, giving the patient the illusion of normalcy.
“No, no pain.” What a vicious fucking lie. The pill had numbed her, its true. Her bruised jaw, her eye swollen shut and the light marks around her neck, those did not hurt. But something else hurt.
” Can I get you anything, love?” The eyes of the patient swung angrily to the pitying nurse.
“I’m CLEARLY no one’s LOVE. Thank you.” Pinching her lips together to hold back a sob, the lips of the injured woman turned lily-white. The nurse swore the whiteness started to spread right then and there.
Weeks later, when the bruises and painful blushes faded, the whiteness grew translucent. At least he couldn’t see his target anymore.
You are always good – sometimes you are brilliant
oh my.
amazing comment, thank you.
Sometimes beauty inspires sadness.
sometimes sadness IS beauty.