When she finally allowed herself to allow her father to put her to bed. She hugged him once and then started to float off to sleep. She felt like she was on a cloud, and looking down at a wide view of the planet. It was all peaceful there. She called out “Mommy.” But she didn’t answer, then S. knew that she was really dead.
Chanpheng
Float away, lazy river, sun falling warm on my shoulders, don’t look up, just watch the glint shifting on small ripples, dreaming of fish twisting themselves through the depths
I wrote what I had for float. But I’ll rewrite it. I float down a moat in a boat holding onto hope like a rope that might save me from drowning. I float up to the ocean floor and down into the air.
And she just floated away. I float on a boat in a moat. Down down down the river. Or up up up the air. Floating and fleeing. I float if I could feel. I would feel if i could float. I want to float in the clouds. I’m
noone
Floating in the lazy river and feeling a little little. Being pretty little. Lapping up chlorine. How refreshing. I would like to gnaw on a tube or floaties. Gnaw gnaw gnaw. Lick lip squish between my teeth. Did we bring redvines? I would like to eat some and make my spit red and gooey. Flavors and textures of my childhood.
I floated above the city, airless and mindful of the light breeze around me. All the children down below looked up in wonder and amazement and the adults soon joined. They were clueless about me, about us, about the world and the amazing magic I had discovered. Never once had I been so inspired. But then it ended. It wasn’t a dream or illusion, it was a second that stretched out forever. It was a jump, a building, a death wish.
When she finally allowed herself to allow her father to put her to bed. She hugged him once and then started to float off to sleep. She felt like she was on a cloud, and looking down at a wide view of the planet. It was all peaceful there. She called out “Mommy.” But she didn’t answer, then S. knew that she was really dead.
Float away, lazy river, sun falling warm on my shoulders, don’t look up, just watch the glint shifting on small ripples, dreaming of fish twisting themselves through the depths
I wrote what I had for float. But I’ll rewrite it. I float down a moat in a boat holding onto hope like a rope that might save me from drowning. I float up to the ocean floor and down into the air.
And she just floated away. I float on a boat in a moat. Down down down the river. Or up up up the air. Floating and fleeing. I float if I could feel. I would feel if i could float. I want to float in the clouds. I’m
Floating in the lazy river and feeling a little little. Being pretty little. Lapping up chlorine. How refreshing. I would like to gnaw on a tube or floaties. Gnaw gnaw gnaw. Lick lip squish between my teeth. Did we bring redvines? I would like to eat some and make my spit red and gooey. Flavors and textures of my childhood.
I floated above the city, airless and mindful of the light breeze around me. All the children down below looked up in wonder and amazement and the adults soon joined. They were clueless about me, about us, about the world and the amazing magic I had discovered. Never once had I been so inspired. But then it ended. It wasn’t a dream or illusion, it was a second that stretched out forever. It was a jump, a building, a death wish.