My heart was pounding so hard I felt it through the coverlets.
I feared it would break out of my chest, so I bundled myself up in layers, hiding everything but my eyes so I couldn’t hear it ticking anymore and pressed my hands hard, hard, harder against the spot where I was alive— perhaps in an effort to stop the ache of living.
The lights were out. A fan blew through the room. And I lay there, and quivered, and loved far too deeply, far too well.
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Amelia Moore
17-year-old writer who hopes to write stories for a living someday-- failing that, I'd like to become a mermaid.
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Comments (2)
There's some beautiful imagery in this piece Amelia, well done!
Ohhhhh, I know this feeling, Amelia. I've lived a great portion of my life there. You've captured this in such an achingly beautiful & intimate way. And there they go. You brought tears to my eyes again!