Friday, August 21, 2020

Eve's Dive

It's too bright. Her eyelashes twitch, tired of squinting. The fatigue pools in between her pinched eyebrows, compacting into a little hard lump of dull pain above her nose. 

She sniffs, trying to take a deep breath, but her lungs feel shallow, her nostrils feel like old caved in tunnels full of mucusy cobwebs, catching more dust and grit.