My Swallow Soul is a first-person voice from a child describing a rape experience. She sees the man as evil in his brutal assault of her, and she remembers the Biblical story of the terrifying sacrifice of a boy named Isaac by his father. She feels helpless and prays to own her soul for help.
This is my first entry and my first chapter and my only one for this selection. I intend on writing many more pages, and submitting it for a writing contest, so I put the entry on here for honest criticism. I based it on a few small drawings I once saw online, so a few of the ideas, I admit, are...
Grappling with the aesthetic ,
The sweating striving of integrity and the charlatan-poseur
And what is it anyway .. this thing we call '' Beauty ''
Is the flower beautiful before you set your gaze on it ,or does is become beautiful because you looked and found it...