#phantasisms

[ofsopranoarchived-blog1]

@phantasisms cont. from here

There’s that voice in the back of her head again. It shows up time after time after time again, making her doubt her choices, her life, her everything all over when she sees that nearly feverish determination in his eyes.

Does he love my voice more than me?

Christine sighed and pursed her lips, looking up in his dark eyes. She wants to speak, but if they argue, she can’t refute. Her throat hurts too much and it takes too much effort to speak. He wants to be able to fix this perfectly and all on his own. She wants to sleep without the pain in the back of her throat waking her up.

“I want--I want a doctor,” she insists. 

[faintfragility]

@phantasisms ;; continued from x

“Well you see, they scare me because you would not think they are capable of causing any harm.” she explained, fingers playing with her gloves, delicate as she was. “But they are--oh, how some of them are.”

She remembered her own mother then, how she would hit Consuelo with a riding crop if she was stubborn or did not do things the way she wanted them to. Then when she would go to balls that night she would recall how normal she seemed to be, how she smiled and danced, how she went on as if she had not hit her only daughter and strapped her to a steel rod hours ago.

“Normal is...someone who conforms so well, I suppose.” Consuelo answered, lips breathing out a soft sigh.

[ofsopranoarchived-blog1]

@phantasisms liked for a starter!

            She’s praying to herself, whispering through her aching tears.

            “I spend hours in the garden. I walk alone to the store. And it’s quiet uptown.             I never liked the quiet before. I take the children to church on Sunday, a sign             of the cross at the door and I pray...that never used to happen before.”

            She is married to her Angel and her nightmares all dressed in one singular             man. It is days like this where she doesn’t know what life is or what her life             will ever be again.

[wendy-the-darling]

@phantasisms

“Oh...goodness! I...I’m afraid I didn’t see you there...sir.”

[ofsopranoarchived-blog1]

There are sometimes I’m shocked by own capabilities when it comes to angst.