cut & i

(opening scene:

the heavy, gray clouds roll in as thunder announces a storm.

the fragrance of rain is close at hand, and all is still with anticipation.

i wait with excitement for the drops to start coming down.

the rain is my redemption, and i am devout.

the people are apprehensive.

many are apathetic.

no one is happy.

no one, that is... except for me.

i am strong and courageous and genuinely content.

i am ready.

i am ready to begin living for something other than me.)

i will sing with the rain, giving thanks for my every breath.

cut out my voice box

and i will dance in the rain, as it washes over my dehydrated body.

cut off my legs

and i will write about the rain, as i capture every detail down on paper.

cut off my hands

and i will listen to the rain as it pours down a melody onto the rooftops.

cut off my ears

and i will watch the rain sliding softly off the widows of the cars passing by.

cut out my eyes

and i will smell the sweet rain soaking into the driveways around me.

cut off my nose

and i will lie in the rain, feeling the cleansing drops fall onto my skin.

and when the rain turns to ice,

numbing and cutting through my pale blue skin,

i will dream with gratitude of the beauty i have witnessed.