Raft Entry

RAFT Entry Kailey Keenan

Oh, the numbness is my forever reminder of how I did my country wrong. My body has given up on the shivering and quivering to try and warm these trembling bones. My ears are constantly ringing from the tormented howling of the others grief. My mind has long ago forgot about the unrelenting cold, only now the thoughts of regret haunt me, consumer me for all eternity. These tears are the only comfort I can confined in. Only am I to weep in my own self pity to release this undying guilt. Day after day, year after year, oh, I’ve lost count of just how long since the day I was sentenced to this unyielding comeuppance. Everyday is the same in this unforgiving self-infliction, until the day my eyes break from the crystals my tears have made, to see a man, a living man, with an angry fist full of Bocca’s hair. Cursing him a traitor, promising to tell the true tale of what has become of his damned soul. Dante, the mortal mans name I soon learned, was livid. He left in such a gruff, he almost slammed into the temple of my head. After such a event, tears started to pour from my eyes and were then once again froze shut, leaving me to wonder what ever became of the man.