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The Story of Fire-Nausea Eyes *
on overcoming adversity~ a love story as narrated by a homeless lady on a park bench ~
“As for me, after the black holes of his fire-nausea eyes swallowed up my world, on shivering horsetails and cool pebbles, under quartz waters is where I lingered.
I thought, I believed I’d wiped my nose on the cuff of this world and walked away. But a lesson easily sustained by youth’s resilience came on twilight’s wavering breezes and I as fragile as the next woman as only a woman can be, being where I was with leached bones, tottered and fell and fell again. Oh no, I’m not ashamed to admit it.
Show me a man, a woman, anyone who has not taken a fall and I’ll fetch you a piece of the moon.
It wasn’t long before I decided horsetails and tumbled stones were doilies for nature’s confections — dragonflies, monarchs and minnows — I was jagged, too broken, and didn’t belong, like shrapnel in a flower bed. And that’s how my romance with nature turned to ditch water.
Faith, you ask? Did I say I was not a believer? I’m no different from the rest of humanity that must believe. In something. My first love, Nature, had no dark corner for me, I thought. Heavens, when I was six I mumbled incantations to rag dolls and wore amulets. At ten, looked pious and nodded through Mama’s…
