My fingers linger over the last loop of my festival creation, relishing what’s to come, reluctantly reliving the past.
Freedom. I remember freedom, fitting in, living large, and taking life for granted.
Falling. I remember falling, my hands outstretched, the wind whooshing in my ears as I sought to stop the inevitable.
Heat. I remember heat, blinding yellows and reds enveloping me, burning me.
Pain. I remember pain, the soul-searing pain that screamed for weeks.
Horror. I remember horror, the revolted expressions etched in the sideways stares of people on the street.
Pity. I remember pity, poorly hidden in friends’ words of forced cheerfulness.
I lift the mask and slip it over my head, hiding the scars, the
visible angry memories. Edging into the crowd, I lose myself in the
masquerade. My heart rejoices as I am welcomed into the sea of revelers.
Dancing. I remember dancing. How could I forget?
Tonight, I am free, once again.
(157 words)
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My fingers linger over the last loop of my festival creation, relishing what’s to come, reluctantly reliving the past.
Freedom. I remember freedom, fitting in, living large, and taking life for granted.
Falling. I remember falling, my hands outstretched, the wind whooshing in my ears as I sought to stop the inevitable.
Heat. I remember heat, blinding yellows and reds enveloping me, burning me.
Pain. I remember pain, the soul-searing pain that screamed for weeks.
Horror. I remember horror, the revolted expressions etched in the sideways stares of people on the street.
Pity. I remember pity, poorly hidden in friends’ words of forced cheerfulness.
I lift the mask and slip it over my head, hiding the scars, the visible angry memories. Edging into the crowd, I lose myself in the masquerade. My heart rejoices as I am welcomed into the sea of revelers.
Dancing. I remember dancing. How could I forget?
Tonight, I am free, once again.
(157 words)