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Permalink Reply by Natalie Boyd on August 12, 2011 at 10:40pm Everything bleeds when you cut it open. Even the trees with their sap, even dams with their water.
Even me.
(Yeah, I know. I cheated; that's 3 sentences.) :)
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Permalink Reply by Kristen Taber on August 26, 2011 at 11:18am For Natalie
I like this. Only it sounds like a poem and I wonder how you can use this for a platform to open your story. Anyway, I'm curious - and would like to read more. In fact I kind of must see your next line.
Permalink Reply by Natalie Boyd on August 14, 2011 at 7:24am Oh, well, if you must: ;)
The sound of my blood, thick in my veins, is the only sound I can hear when I first awake.
(The line after that makes clear she's waking from a coma, not from sleep.)
Permalink Reply by Natalie Boyd on August 14, 2011 at 6:26pm Thanks--I do my best to pull people against their wills! :D
And, since you asked, the next few lines:
Slowly, though, the world around me stirs, and my ears take it in. The sound of blood pushing its way through my body—that sound like molasses moving through a tree or lava snaking its way down a mountain path—is interrupted by electronic chirping. And then other sounds: sneakers on vinyl floor, the whisper of clothing, conversations muffled by wall and glass.
The hospital around me moves, and the only thing that moves within me is my blood.
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