My cheeks became so rosy. My lips, too, they were a new red. I saw it in the early mornings when I would wake to the unwelcome truths of the day. My body full of promise. All our plans had come true. Even this one. And then I lay down there on that strange bench. I reached out for Doctor Suphatra's arm, but she barely noticed. When I woke up it was dead, and I wondered what else had died with it.
Monday
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3 comments:
I like this type of literature.
ilan.. i reach out to you. we need to talk of this. someday.
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