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Submitted to Contest #27
The violence of thudding thoughts swells in the mind after you have killed someone. At least for Aniya, it seems the grueling pounding of her heart is struggling to replace the emptiness she feels inside."Ticket" gruffs the inspector. One word summons her hand forward. She turns over the crumbling blue pass stamped Frankfurt One-way Express.People shuffle past her in regretful haste. The conductor signals passengers to take their seats. Aniya is still searching for her own. Incoherent with grief, her eyes jet back and forth between her...
"Gon' head now. Play what you feel, Delia. Give those butterflies in ya belly something to dance to!"Papa Red never accepted my anxiety as anything more than funny feelings. He would say, "the butterflies won't be happy until they hear you play and if there ain't no music, then there ain't no peace." Sweat on the strings of a guitar. It makes things heavier than they should be and all I can think of right now are Papa Red's words, "play what you feel, Delia. Play what you feel. Play. What. You. Feel." Dammit! What is it I feel? There is a cl...
Writing is my peace.
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