2ne1: as we begin
as we begin - g
2ne1: bom
prompt was from wordspams
bom isn't present while it happens. but while it happens, she remembers eating an eggplant steak. she will always associate the taste of eggplant with death.
her mother calls her later that day.
"your aunt's burial is over. we sent her off. she's...in peace now."
bom hangs up without a word. she's scheduled for an appointment with a dermatologist, she pastes a smile onto her face and manages to semi-focus when the doctor explains procedures. when she arrives home, she locks herself in the bathroom.
"i'm taking an extra long bath" she announces.
she turns on the water, extra hot. and when the tub fills, she submerges and cries until she runs out of breath.
***
the fateful day in may is bom's new beginning. she fingers her long hair and prays inwardly.
"auntie, are you looking down on me?" she wonders.
the stage isn't her best. she's disappointed. but there's an exhilaration inside of her that she can't describe. she's finally here. on stage. singing. if she could, she would have squeezed her aunt's hand extra hard. thank you.
instead, she grips her elbows, folding her arms to herself.
"i will succeed. we will succeed" she tells herself.
then, when the lights come on again, she takes a deep breath and sings.
2ne1: bom
prompt was from wordspams
bom isn't present while it happens. but while it happens, she remembers eating an eggplant steak. she will always associate the taste of eggplant with death.
her mother calls her later that day.
"your aunt's burial is over. we sent her off. she's...in peace now."
bom hangs up without a word. she's scheduled for an appointment with a dermatologist, she pastes a smile onto her face and manages to semi-focus when the doctor explains procedures. when she arrives home, she locks herself in the bathroom.
"i'm taking an extra long bath" she announces.
she turns on the water, extra hot. and when the tub fills, she submerges and cries until she runs out of breath.
***
the fateful day in may is bom's new beginning. she fingers her long hair and prays inwardly.
"auntie, are you looking down on me?" she wonders.
the stage isn't her best. she's disappointed. but there's an exhilaration inside of her that she can't describe. she's finally here. on stage. singing. if she could, she would have squeezed her aunt's hand extra hard. thank you.
instead, she grips her elbows, folding her arms to herself.
"i will succeed. we will succeed" she tells herself.
then, when the lights come on again, she takes a deep breath and sings.