Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Catharsis



Memories spewed like vomit, oozed from pores she thought she’d clogged so long ago. But rather than break the fever, the words only festered into puss-filled boils.

“You have to break some time,” she muttered, pressing the angry red lumps. “You just have to.”


3 comments:

Deborah said...

A few lines filled with soo much ... Brilliant!

Monica Manning said...

@Deborah: Thanks. It makes up for the long prose I've been posting lately.

glnroz said...

extremely,,,,