transgustatory
Everything began in autumn, under the thunderstorm. My mom was in labor... Push, push, push... And my grandmother says I rode down on a rainbow, but really it was a thunderbolt. I am here to electrify the world. It is no wonder intensity rains from my mouth, is carried in my heart. I know only fire and rain.
The braided rope was beautiful, but not decorative: it was oppressive. It came down with force that shook me to my core. Then, through it all, a silence descended like peace. I think of these times with longing; I think of these times with love; I think of these times with fear. I am free now: sometimes, I miss it.