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Her Today



Kelvin M. Knight


She could do this.

Today she wouldn’t recoil from the cannula’s bite. Today she wouldn’t fear that drip drip dripping, drowning her, changing everything.

Today her watchword was welcome. Welcome the medication. Welcome this boredom. Welcome that pain and energy drain.

Closing her eyes, she saw her brain as a waterfall, her veins as rivers of light flowing into the ocean of herself. As nothingness washed through her, Lao Tzu’s words rippled over her:

“All streams flow to the ocean because it is lower than they are. Humility gives the ocean its power.”

Smiling, she positioned her arm. ‘Thank you.’


(100 words)

The spark for my above story came from reading this wonderful poem by Rumi, which I am excited to share with you, dear readers:

The Guest House by Rumi.jpeg


First and foremost I am a reader, then a storyteller. My reading tastes are eclectic. My writing can focus around the intimacy of closed settings and may tend towards characters who might be hiding something from themselves.

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