Dead Zone

Landscapes-Nature-Trees-Fences-Mist-Fresh-New-Hd-Wallpaper It’s a dead zone out there, even the sounds of the big rigs laboring up the hill filter through weakly, muted. Hollow milky mist bathes the landscape, a barrier not a wrap, denying access. The horses shift, mere apparitions, intangible. The hot coffee slip sliding down my throat brings welcome warmth yet it fails to penetrate through to my skin. It’s a kill zone and every nerve cracks to attention, chill and heat in a punishing waltz. I am not so much awake as … aware.

download (2)Odd it is when the quiet without mirrors the turmoil within…

I listen in the stillness,

Yet it is in the cacophony that I hear.

About Nya Rawlyns

Nya Rawlyns doesn’t write typical romance. She writes emotion as a contact sport, rough and often raw. It need not be pleasant, heart-warming or forever after. What she seeks is what lies beneath—a dance of extremes, the intersect of need and desire, and the compromises we make when pain and pleasure become indistinguishable. ***** She has lived in the country and on a sailboat on the Chesapeake Bay, earned more than 1000 miles in competitive trail and endurance racing, taught Political Science to unwilling freshmen, and found an avocation in materials science. ***** When she isn’t tending to her garden or the horses, the cats, or three pervert parakeets, she can be found day dreaming and listening to the voices in her head.
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