The Night

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She was sleeping when it came.

She did not have the strength to fight it. 

Nor the desire. 

Some might have thought she seemed ready for it. Like she had been waiting for a very very long time.   

The house had been infested for a prolonged period already. Slugs would seep from the cracks in the wall at night, spiders would scuttle across the floors and walls. Moths darted desperately around the too bright lights.   

So she had had an idea that this moment was on its way.   She was ready.   

She had been ready all her life.  

It began with a tightening around her throat, she could feel her heart race faster as her lungs fought for breath. Her veins pulsed in her purple face. Her head got lighter. But the grip deliberately loosened just before she lost consciousness.  

A blow came down hard on her face, shattering her cheek bone and ***ying her nose.  That was the moment she knew she must finally be mad, as the only thought that crept into her twisted mind, was how she had never much liked her face. So she lifted her head and ***y nose to embrace each satisfying smash.   

With a heavy throbbing head she felt uneven, so when the mirror joined in with the dark arts and shattered and sprayed its tiny piercing shards all over her skin, marking her pale canvas with ***y drips of deep red, she felt a relief deep within her bones.   And as the ceiling fell and broke her arm and both her legs but spared her skull and brain. She thought how she nearly felt just right after all.   

Finally mind and body were at one.   

So she closed her eyes and slept deep for the first time since the beginning.   

Until she woke in her bed with her house and body showing no sign of the night. She heard a scream as her mind fell to pieces.    

No one else heard it.   

So she got up and showered and took her *** to school and set off to work.    

And no one ever asked her of the night.   

 

[Wo****]

That gave me chills.

[Deleted Member]

Thanks Bounty

 

I am oh so tired of the night 😞

[Wo****]

@Messedup79 But dawn always follows x

[Deleted Member]

@Bounty

and is dawn worth it? 

[Wo****]

@Messedup79 For me, yes. Always.

 

Have you heard of Kahil Gibran?

 

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@Bounty

Dont think so 

[Wo****]

@Messedup79

 

***.

Kahlil Gibran - 1883-1931

And a woman spoke, saying, Tell us of ***. And he said: Your *** is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding. Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its heart may stand in the sun, so must you know ***. And could you keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life your *** would not seem less wondrous than your joy; And you would accept the seasons of your heart, even as you have always accepted the seasons that pass over your fields. And you would watch with serenity through the winters of your grief. Much of your *** is self-chosen. It is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self. Therefore trust the physician, and drink his remedy in silence and tranquility: For his hand, though heavy and hard, is guided by the tender hand of the Unseen, And the cup he brings, though it burn your lips, has been fashioned of the clay which the Potter has moistened with His own sacred tears.