She Wants to Die, But She Stops for Flowers

She wrote all day.
It felt like being dragged into a tunnel with no end.
Fingers stiff. Eyes dry and burning.
But she couldn’t stop.
The voices in her head wouldn’t let her.
Write. Delete. Write again.
Her heart pounded too fast.
She feared slowing down.
Feared stopping.
Feared the silence when the words were gone.

In the afternoon, she trained.
Her body pinned under the barbell, breath tearing through her lungs.
Arms shook, sweat hit the floor, one drop, then another.
Still, she didn’t stop.
Energy burst und...