life remaining
Feb 12, 2008
She didn’t have much in life – mostly – but she had this. Authority bought by age.
And she hated it.
Hated the pain and the rigidness and the way life seemed to have left her, a bit at a time, until now….now nothing was left but tired old skin. Deflated and hanging. Folded all around her life-remaining.
She used to be able to fill her own skin. Fill the outside person that she was, from the inside. And it depressed her and made her angry that she couldn’t do it anymore.
