Happiness Hit Her

The speed jolted through her body with a pang, shattering her peeling snake skin. Every sensitive touch tickled her nerves and she laughed with watery eyes.

Haunt

And then there was light. The emptiness in the sky cracked and the sun proved its existence. It was as if it shone for her, gifting her with a speck of color, a warm radiance of life, a hint of nourishment. She squinted into its bold rays, knowing it would speed hastily away and fade like a mist behind the foggy clouds. So she tested her fear and hid herself away, turned the lights on and closed the bathroom door. The light was still shining through the cracks, and the blue of her walls were beaming with a clean white hue, not an artificial paleness. With the doors closed, she could see the clouds opening its jaw for the sun to peak through, curling out its rays like newly bloomed petals. The sun winked through the cracks and pierced through her skin like lasers.

She closed her eyes in the bath, her ears deafening with the sound of water thrusting through the pipes, feeling like little pebbles against her back. The water began to roar through her foamy hair and she opened her eyes with quick gasps, startled with the sudden terror that came from beneath the hidden shadows. A hidden shadow? she laughed in fear, pierced by her own shaky voice. Where could a shadow hide? Behind the deceiving sunlight?

Her chest began to tighten and her short breaths became heavy. She told herself to focus on her routine.

Shampoo is for cleaning the hair and scalp.
This scrub is from Syria and it scrapes away the blemishes.
This soap leaves a sugary scent on my skin.

Blood quivered through her veins with a rhythmic pulse and she glared at the sun's glare with her thighs throbbing with dread. The apparition of faces echoed against her window now, and the sun took back its heat, leaving her with a dry hunger. Defeat socked at her heart and pounded her in the stomach. Her organs tightened up and stung with acid as her body ruthlessly vomited the poison inside. How could such a reeking puree exist in such a being? It forces out the body as one cries out for a settling breath and the vulnerable organs are bitten with sting.

But this feeling of hers was a dry pounding and it bruised more than it stung. She had lost every amount of healthy moisture from her body, and she remained a cracked being. The sun made her sweat like a wet rose until it sucked out the life from her, shriveling her up into a naked widow, wrinkled with death.