Emotionally Inebriated

Cheyenne woke to the sun beaming through her eye lids. Instinctively she put her hand up before opening them. The sound of waves coming in and the smell of salt air told her that she was on a beach. The breeze lapped over her face like jeweled lotion. She opened her eyes to realize that a large dog was standing over her. Fur blowing in the ocean wind, color of all the softest fawns. Its tongue hanging out, panting, only to go back in occasionally, revealing a slight smile. She reached up to touch her cheek to realize that the breeze was actually the canine licking her face. Sensing that the dog was not threatening her vision began to focus on her surroundings. There was nothing but beach everywhere, to the right was nothing but water. Anxiety, worry and fear started to build up realizing that she did not know where she was. Her heart raced, as frantic breathing began to take over all faculties.

Her Focus turned to the large dog and everything started to subside, she felt the comfort that she needed at that moment. Intuitively, the dog came over and sat beside her. Tears started flowing as she grabbed the big dog’s mane, pulling it tight. The dog nuzzled its face on the back of her neck, shielding it from the sun. A healing balm seemed to radiate through her soul. Where there was once pain, joy overflowed. Every hole was filled with something better, something greater. Beyond the dog was destruction so she focused strongly on the pacifying pooch.

“How did I get here?” she asked.

She began to remember looking up at the noose hanging from the ceiling. The room smelled like incense and cannabis. Not wanting to think about the next body that she would need to service in order to survive. Hope lost, she only wanted to kill the pain, not herself. Shipped from foster parents, to foster parents there was no foundation. There was no long term love. Love was mixed with molestation. Causing confusion and chaos to will and emotions. Love was tied to illicit lust, perverting and twisting her soul.

“You called me!”, a voice rang out.

“Not only did you call me, you asked for forgiveness”

Cheyenne squinted, looking away from the dog. The sun and sand burned as one, a figure began to emerge.

The voice was familiar and soothing.

It sounded like her mother, father, Nana, Papa, favorite cousin and the coolest Auntie ever.

It strummed a nerve that she never knew was there.

Her tears and sobbing increased as her spirit knew before her mind understood.