The beating of the drums reverberates through her body loosening her spirit. In the limbo between two worlds she is close to drowning, but she is not certain whether she is coming up for air or plunging deeper into the ocean.
As her spirit billows out from her, she curls into a ball, her fingers twitching as if trying to catch her spirit and trap it again within her body. When the last piece of her spirit has unsnagged itself from her nails, she floats for a while tasting spices from nowhere and wonders what made her think air was so great.
Widdershins
/ May 2, 2014A cynical astral traveler! Wonderful 😀
W. R. Woolf
/ May 3, 2014Thanks! 🙂