Dark Matter
I have been writing from a dark place this morning. Pair this one with Nothing Else Matters by Metallica
The snake hisses at me as it slides across the concrete floor. There is nowhere for us to go in this prison cell. My baby sleeps on the cot. He purses his lips in his dreams. So peaceful and innocent. That will be ripped away. When I die there is no one to save him. He will be all alone. He is so small. He will watch me die. He will see me be eaten. He will not understand. He will be damaged forever. I have to do something. I see the pillow. I know what I have to do.
Regitze Ladekarl has re-emerged as a raconteur after a long, successful career elsewhere. She crafts universal tales from everyday lives with an honest, sharp and witty pen. Besides working on a forthcoming novel, she flexes her voice with personal essays, flash fiction, and method writing here on Medium.
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