Sitting here with a belt around my neck . . . Not figuratively. But literally. Listening to songs that put me in a mood that should not cause pain. But forge thoughts of them.
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She sat there, with her belt tightly gripping her throat. Waiting: for the impact of its snap; or the squeeze of her shaking hand. She needed to feel something, so she tested her strength, tugging to one side the leather belt loop. She fastened the buckle and sat back. Pacing her breaths. Looking at the door hook, and concentrating. "There were options . . . " she wondered. But even she couldn't believe her own thoughts anymore. It was better for all options to lead to one outcome: peace. Jumping from atop the highest point she could reach: another choice. There, she would float, gently above, as she waited to come back down. Down to her new world.
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- Kacee/Klayster aka Kyra Renee' Clay
- I am on a journey, as are most people. My path splits: becoming who I am destined to be, and also sharing the truth of where I have been. I AM TRAVELING TO ME.
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