DEBORAH  SIMPSON  Spiritualist Author 
Breathless 07/28/2010
 
An allegory ..

            Breathless and saturated, running through fields of restless love, she awoke to find herself dismally pleasured by the lack of it. She awoke to find that she was not there, that she was nowhere and surrounded by fields of desert. She fought to close her eyes to abandon the starkness of dank reality, but found her fixated eyes frozen to the vision on the wall. Breathless, she stared into the heat of her body, running faster – faster into an oblivion she’d seen before. She felt her eyes bloodshot, as they immersed themselves into envisioning a corridor in the distance and pushing, pushing herself to reach it. Her body ran and ran – and with every push, the corridor continued to move forward just a bit more each time, just out of reach. She became fixated, determined to see it through but the more she plowed forward, the further the doorway. Legs scarred and bleeding by the unfriendliness of standing thorns in the brush, her pace did not let up. She was determined.  And in the chill of aloneness, her eyes solemnly closed.

 
 


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