My head pulsated constantly at an erratic beat. The laughter of children sent spasms of pain like shards of glass through my temples. The hum of constant prayer throbbed, battered at my skull, pushing me to the brink of madness.
I cried in pain and in my cries I prayed, prayed to myself that the world be turned drab, where no sunlight hurt my eyes, where no cries of joy or despair would interrupt my fitful sleep.
With me being who I am, the world did turn dark and silent and instantly my pain stopped. Tendrils of hair no longer felt like anchors pulling at my skin, my eyes no longer felt like they would escape their sockets and melt.
But the silence is heavy, and now I am truly alone.
This little snippet comes from this week’s Three Word Wednesday prompt which consists of the following words:
Drab; adjective: Lacking brightness or interest; drearily dull; of a dull light brown color.
Pulsate; verb: Expand and contract with strong regular movements; (often as adjective pulsating) produce a regular throbbing sensation or sound or be very exciting.
Tendril; noun: A slender threadlike appendage of a climbing plant, often growing in a spiral form, that stretches out and twines around any suitable support; something resembling a plant tendril, esp. a slender curl or ringlet of hair.