Archived post: White discipline

Worst mistake ever…I’d rather die than see that thing again.

She could see nothing but pure white.
She stood in the middle of the field, which was covered by a thick layer of snow, contemplating…
‘so it’s dead’
in her mind there was a furious battle; the angry waves of her guilt crashed mercilessly against the precipices of self respect.
Deep inside, relief existed, but she wasn’t allowing herself to feel it. She needed discipline. So she allowed frost to creep into her limbs, numbing her from the tips of her fingers all the way to her heart which welcomed the peace with open arms.
Now an icicle, she was barely recognizable in the snow.

And now she waits for the final crack which will finally, mercifully shatter the icicle.