The Last Thread

The Last Thread

The bell is my line. I grab it as it rings, a thread of sanity wrapped in bass. Each toll tells my body, “Wake! Wake! Live!”. The pain recedes from agony to unbearable and finally a dull throbbing.

When it is done, I can stand. Slowly my stiff hands and knees re-learn gravity. My mother is in the corner, seizing lightly. Continue reading