Little Lump written by Rachel Tremblay at Spillwords.com

Little Lump

Little Lump

written by: Rachel Tremblay

@swell_rachelle

 

Little Lump knew it was time to go. The exit signs were clearly indicated – two at the top and two at the bottom. A lamenting voice echoed from beyond, urging her to retract her claws from the bloody walls that caged her in. But she ignored it, and drove them in deeper. This was where she was meant to be, she thought. The reason she was created in the first place. She dug her nails deeper still. She could feel the warm flesh around her fingertips. A thick, humid smell filled her lungs. She squeezed her eyes shut and clenched her teeth. No herbal tea, raw food diet or radiation would drive her out. As long as the voice had that whining, blood curdling quality to it, she would be the cancer to that body. She would clutch to its existence until there was no surface left to scratch. She was sure to kill it, and that pleased her. And until then she was safe. That was, as long as the voice failed to remember.

Rachel Tremblay

Rachel Tremblay

Rachel Tremblay is a Canadian artist, musician and writer. A homeschooling mother, vegan and straight-edge, she lives against the grain as a spiritual warrior who believes in the innate goodness of the human heart. You can find her in her native Montreal or in the Laurentian woods walking her dogs or making art in some form or other.
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