Monday, April 16, 2012

It was hot....

The sweat dripped down her back....
It felt almost like a snake....a serpent....
crawling...oily......invasive....
The heat had overtaken her mood....
It had destroyed any "light hearted" possibilities.....
and GOD knew,in any case, those were few and far between....

She needed water.....a sense of dehydration had set in...
The water in the kitchen was room temperature....NOT refrigerated....
Damn.....
Shed taken that whole CONGEALING FAT thing way too far.....
She needed cold.....

Her eyes itched from the extensive pollen intake of the day.....
Shed scratch them right out of her head if she could....

All in all....
she was one miserable woman at this moment.......
The fierce elements had attacked her very sense of self....
It was, as if, 
she were observing herself from on high.....
noticing her own parched, allergic shell...

Sleep.....She needed sleep....
and Benadryl....
not necessarily in that order.....

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