Master Class #3
Roxanne’s choice of opening sentence for this week’s class promises to generate some more creative and off-the-wall writing. She chose Kelle Groom’s book I Wore the Ocean in the Shape of a Girl whose opening line is:
Morphine makes me weightless, airborne.
Morphine makes me weightless, airborne. That wouldn't be useful just now.
So, I embrace the pain. Ripping my body, searing my brain with fire tipped knives.
Oddly, it keeps me focused.
When my thoughts stray from the job, the pain invades and shreds the edges of my sanity.
Morphine makes me fuzzy around the edges. I forget the face of my target. When it wears off, I'm reminded of my duty with punishment harsher than before.
Acid tipped knives.
I embrace the pain, focus on the face.
Relief that outclasses morphine floods my exhausted flesh.
I'll be airborne, until the next face floats into the margins of my vision.