ArtWrite 8/26: Lizzy Lunday, "Watermelon Cry"
Updated: Dec 4, 2020
When Joely wanted to swallow, her brain would thrust the food from her mouth into her throat. If she picked up a plate that was too hot, her hand would reflexively pull away. And whenever her eyes began to well up, an involuntary mechanism would stop her from crying.
Now, that mechanism had broken.
The pain was nothing like the stabbing sensation in her knee when she ran, concrete pain she could visualize radiating red around her patella. Pain she would tell to go fuck itself and then keep going.
This pain had no locus. It spread like lava through her chest and unleashed a flood of tears. It managed to find new and deeper places to fill. This pain was full and terrifying in its unfamiliarity because she didn’t know where it would take her or how it would ever go away.