a free bird soars, a caged bird sings
It was painless. A gentle beckoning. Peaceful. Everything she'd dreamt, despite the odds of receiving such a death when she was smuggling in dangerous situations, dealing with dangerous people, and often by herself.
The woman wasn't crazy.
She hadn't been lying.
Everything she had promised was true.
The pressure in her chest was uncomfortable, but not to the point of pain, simply noted, bared, and understood.
She saw her past, her life, she saw everything that made her. And then she saw nothing. Not through her eyes, at least. She'd gone easily from her body, welcomed it.
The woman wasn't crazy.
She hadn't been lying.
Everything she had promised was true.
The pressure in her chest was uncomfortable, but not to the point of pain, simply noted, bared, and understood.
She saw her past, her life, she saw everything that made her. And then she saw nothing. Not through her eyes, at least. She'd gone easily from her body, welcomed it.
shackled birds are trapped in illusions.
LIRSI
