Little Being of Blackness

Gritting her teeth, she walked a path amongst the most infuriating, the most annoying, the most despicable of thoughts. And they all plunged. Grabbing parts of her, stretching her thin, pulling pieces off her; their mark all over her body. By the end of the trail, all that was left was the frayed, beaten, bruised, torn skin of her humanity.

Still, she trudged onward, with nothing but numbness to give her company. And as she passed the lonely, desolate valley of empty eyes and bent bones, she heard a voice echo throughout. Summoning strength, the feeble amount that she had left, she looked around, once and then no more; a bleak attempt at finding the source. But the voice cried out again, fainter, yet persistent. So she willed her ears to point her feet in the right direction. But they turned inward, rooting her to the spot. She looked down, inside her belly. And there It was! A little being of blackness, waving at her, trying to grab her attention. She gave It a slight nod, a sign of acknowledgment and question wrapped in one. It replied with a soft hum, a sweet one, a symbol of companionship and life warming her from within. She nodded again, to simply nod. And It got to work.

Slowly but steadily, as she walked, It grabbed parts of her she didn’t know existed anymore. It stretched its hum to reach her tips and toes, making them tingle with muted anticipation. Then It grabbed little parts of her insides and got them reacquainted, making her a little more her with every step. Finally, It hummed its hum and pulled together her entire being, making her a little more tall, almost as much as before.

Slowly but surely, the torn was patched up with scars and cellulite, plumping and darkening her skin. Her bones straightened, her eyes livened, and her steady pace got steadier and steadier.

When she reached the end of the valley, she noticed the hum radiating vibrations around her frame. A superpower of sorts, pulsating her strength far and wide.