Angel lips.
Just reading this is probably a mortal sin. Not really Im Kidding.The small impersonal room was bare of anything remotely lively. The potted plant had become desperately thirsty and was shriveled into a twisted shape like a long fingered hand. The walls where a neutral beige. Machinery hummed morbidly.
Doras eyes where closed, but she could still see. Her lined lids did not flicker as she stared at the room she lay in. Through a large window she could look out into the corridor and see her family. They where holding each other tightly like at any moment one of them might disintegrate into dust. Their faces where stripped of colour. A lady in a white coat seemed to be explaining something to them. Occasionally one of them would glance through the window and stare at her, buds of tears distorting their vision.
Dora knew she was dying. She felt no pain. The pain that had for such a long time been coursing through her bones didn't belong to her anymore. She was dying alone. Her family where outside in the hallway. Inside her fear swelled up, the fear of leaving the world with no one to comfort her, no one to guide her through what was happening. She wouldn't have the chance of holding one last time her achievements the love she had collected the connection she had to this earth. The love she had put out into the world the suffering she had gone through amounted to nothing. She was dying alone.
Helplessly she stared at the strip flouesent light on the ceiling above her. Its oblong shape imprinted itself onto her weary vision. She looked at the off white ceiling tiles feeling tears run down her cheeks and onto her pillow, they did not soak the fabric as her tears had done many times before. Then from strip lighting begin to become more bright. Dora found that she could not tear her eyes from it, the light seemed to swell and fill the room until there was nothing except hot white light. From the light angels appeared. Dora saw them flow around her bed slipping past each other and resting their pure hands on her until her body was completely covered. Their robes brushed past her face and swirled in the air above her. Gently they combed her tangled white hair with their fingers. They licked her eyelids their saliva sealing them and Dora knew there would be no more tears. She felt lips kissing her lined face, they did not mind kissing Doras worn out form. The kisses where soft and light and the lips which gave them glowed. With each kiss Dora felt this glow join with her some how. As more glow entwined itself in her she felt herself being drawn to them. She was coming out of her body in a smooth stream from her belly button. Dora felt more of her became separated. It was similar she imagined to feeling like pulling two objects that have been stuck together apart. The glue in between forms strands between the objects. Then slowly the strands break and you peel the two objects from each other. The part of her which had been freed floated in the air loose and weightless.
They took her hands and she felt herself ascending, she saw her family drift away from her and she wanted to leave them with something. The further into the light she got the more thoughts of her family receded from her.
"I see-" Dora gasped. The sound travailed out through the open doorway into the hallway. The only thing her family heard was a gasp. Straight away they ran into the room where their beloved lay.
The angels carried Dora, she had wanted to tell her family more. How beautiful they where how the pain was gone but it did not seem to matter anymore.
The machine toned out death. The body that had carried Dora had its mouth frozen open in wonder. They could not ask her why she was not there anymore.
BOOGIE
posted by Boogie @ 3:21 PM
2 Comments:
joy that was very touching!!!!!!!!! a bit morbid but tpouching it made my hair on the back of my neck stand on end.
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