The Well

[Erin Cole]

There is a well behind my house; I go there when I want to drown, when I want all the shit to sink away. You know, all that damn tenderness crap. It makes me weak, vulnerable—disoriented.

But if you strangle the softness, just below the verge of wet satin, you might discover: you are not who you thought you were, that you don’t understand symmetry, that you are the well, drowning what you wish for at the bottom of your heart.

There is a well behind my house. I go there when I want to drown.

[Jeanette Cheezum]

Erin, come read my story over at MuDJoB called Little Black Dress it will make you feel better. :)

[Jeanette Cheezum]

Erin, this is so sad. I' boardng up your whole yard. Be strong...satin is okay. Heavy 6.

[jkdavies]

mmm "just below the verge of wet satin"
beautiful

[Angela]

Your words struck me not as words on a page, but as words from your mouth. I felt that I could hear your voice (not like a crazy person, but like a deeply engaged reader). It is especially remarkable since you did it in five. I, as a writer and reader, benefit from the slow, relaxed rereading of such a fine work.

[Erin Cole]

Thanks DD, Sissy and Glen - yes, I suppose it does make one good:)

Mike - so good to hear from you again!

[Joe Gensle]

Lyrical and eerie and just outstanding!

[Sissy Anderson]

Nice six. A style I can relate with. And what Green said, it hurts, but it makes you good.

[Glen Green]

It makes you good.