Warm whisper

She was an asymmetric person.

She left the building and headed to the first subway just around the corner. The world invaded her senses, she could smell Africa with a mix of Asia, hear Chinese and maybe she could have decided to taste some Italian. At that moment all felt real again, sticky dusty and dark; ironically that was her favorite place to be.

Did she ever lie for a caress? Who doesn't she thought, what kind of question was that to ask.

She kept thinking about that for all the trip back home, through all Manhattan, across the Brooklyn bridge and all the places in her mind.She never found the answer, at least not in her head but then again, she was an asymmetric woman. 

"I'm drowning" she said and in front of her two eyes staring, immobilized in a dark water kind of shade.

"I'm drowning" she repeated with no change in intonation. 

-"What seems to be the matter, miss?" asked the doctor.

Lily's mind spun in a quick framing of faces, the faces of every people she met and loved and cared for who suddenly disappeared from her life or simply never made contact because some unbearable differences she wasn't aware of.

A continuos altered beating of heart, rhyming with emotions.

"I can't breathe" whispered. A whisper that came out with steam caused by the very low aseptic temperature in the room. A warm whisper that meant nothing to the doctor nor to everyone else but her.