i / ire
Her voice calms me. Washes over me, much like the cool breeze that runs over me. It numbs me. My emotions. It blocks out everything else.
But her words.
Her words freeze me. They cause such ire that I force my eyes closed. I must hide the uncensored hate pushing against my eyelids; threatening to rip them open.
When I reopen them, her voice has stopped, but her eyes stare into my own - still talking.
Too much happens in her eyes. I dive in, swimming in their depths - nearly drowning. I break the surface, then leap. I fly. In her eyes - the skies above my head. I fly.
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