what was that thing

She bent forward,opened up and coughed out the irritant...a persistant thing, it was....rough and bristled. She looked at it, studied it hard to see why it had chosen her throat to catch within...why it had nestled so deeply in her, essentially blocking out her ability to talk, to speak her mind... to even inhale a breath in those moments when she desperately felt the need for oxygen and the air began to taste of shades of pink, then blue, then white...

She leaned in, close to see its depth; its scarred surface covering cleverly the delicate structure within which made it so hard to shake, so hard to remove from herself. Looking close, it made her smile, as she knew that if it was watching her, it must be taking pleasure in the interest she was showing it... the control that it seemed to hold over her, even now that it was free from her and she from it. She would bet money that it was smiling right back at her this very moment, and if it had ears that could comprehend what it was hearing from her mind, that they would be ringing.

But, what was that? A glint of light within its sharp and metallic frame? A moment of weakness...an opening? A second of truth of self? The lure cast was that of curiosity and she bit hard.

She leaned closer still... it became beautiful...intoxicatingly strange yet familiar, this thing that she had carried with her for so long. Mostly unseen and nearly unfelt...it suddenly became lovely and missed.

The shine almost transformed the shards on the surface that kept it protected yet still lodged within her to that of brilliant and luminous life...moving and non-static, mellifluous and flowing and quite unique.

The shine warmed her and made her catch her breath again, the air tasting now of honey and magnolia.

And it was gone...gone again...along with her words, her voice and her throat again felt bumpy yet strangely satisfied.

-excerpt from recent ramblings in my journal....