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Muddy Waters

Cold water drips down my spine. Drip. Drip. Drip. I am strapped face down in a small pool of muddy water. I can either lie face down or hold taut my neck and breathe. BUT, the dripping, which was light at first, then slowly became a nuisance, now has become this overbearing weight on my spine which has caused such pressure on my bound, wet, nude, stripped body. The drip in the one position is all that I can feel. I try to push my mind away to somewhere else, but this this constant pounding in one place on my back over and over is too much. I am on the verge. I can’t slip into the darkness; the water continues to plunge into the small of my back tearing at the skin. I can feel the water plunging through my spine, through to my organs, on to my front like a leaky faucet. I can see it in my mind’s eye. My head dips into the shallow water as I grow tired. I immediately jerk and feel the tug of my restrictiveness. The achiness comes back and the vivid images of my body being used as a leaky faucet. The muddy water drips off my face I try to move my arm to wipe my face clean, but quickly remember that I am bound to t the stake in the ground next to the huge magnolia tree with the beautiful blooms. I can only partially see as I am bound tightly in the open woods. The light was beginning to creep through the limbs and the leaves. The blossoms showing of as if to say I am better than thou as I stand above you with the breeze running around me. I feel the air brush against the cuts on my wrists and ankles but the dripping ah the dripping it taunts me and the breeze cuts it deeper. I cry out, but no one hears me. Tears roll down my face leaving streaks in the mud that has now dried upon my face. Perspiration gleams upon my body. I hear the bees start to come out for their daily routine. My body tightens as the buzzing roars almost deafening in my ears. How long have I been here? How did I get here? The magnolias begin to laugh at me as their nectar spills upon my skin. I feel it landing on that hole where the water was constantly dripping. The nectar seemed to soothe and massage it. The bees take notice and swarm around the area my body tenses. Suddenly I break free and I fall flat in the muddy waters. I crumble into the fetal position and be.

Muddy Waters

Mannabelles

Colonial Heights, United States

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