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June 3, 2005

Michele: The Downward Spiral

She dreamed of funerals, of the pretense of mourning and the guilty glee that came as the coffin was shoved into the ground. She fantasized about dead-of-night accidents on the New Jersey Turnpike, car overturned, wheels spinning, broken glass piercing his eyes.

She dreamed of her own death then shook the thought away and replaced it with dreams of flying. Sprouting wings, flying high above everything, tasting freedom on her tongue. She landed in places that were not so dark, not so bleak. When she woke up it was always with the sinking feeling that her wings had been clipped.

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Comments

Yay!! You brought it back!

(Is yay the wrong word to use for this type of story? Oh, well.)

Posted by: Keiran Halcyon at June 3, 2005 5:37 AM · Permalink

Thank you! I was hoping you'd repost this one!

:-)

Posted by: Darleen at June 3, 2005 8:01 AM · Permalink