“one of the most transformative periods of a person’s life.”
There was the phone that was a hole that held an echo. I could not get it up for anything. The voices multiplied in the hole and I pretended to listen. Instead of listening, I let the low hum, the one that said, Come, come, from that other place, enter me. Its infusion in my blood lulled me. The phone fell away. Falling down the side of the mountain, tumbling into warm crevices of earth. Leaving all evidence without a thought. Ready, willing, to go down and when down, go further.
I found my second escape hatch. Located my way out.
Went back to the work of letting the darkness upend what little silly life I’d created and stood by, shushed my blood, remembered I am here. For something.