Category Archives: Cherita

Office Aria Cherita

afternoon sun

warm glowing orb
grey skies blushed blue

the honey-soaked earth glimmering…
entranced am I by the droning rhythm
of QWERTY keys on a deadline

~kat~


Euphoria

If I’m being honest, there are only a handful of times I’ve experienced true euphoria. Meeting my children for the first time ranks right up there.

Certainly it was euphoria erupting in the sterile confines of those clinically-monitored natural events. I recall the sting of ammonia residue burning my nostrils, released in short Lamaze “hee, hee, ho, ho, oh god!” purse-lipped bursts, the push, don’t push groaning pelvic floor implosions, and the excruciating waves of dull, sharp, 9-10-is there an 11? on a scale of how bad is it? pain.

I was drenched in euphoria by the tingling tickle of cool sweat beads popping from my pores under the glare of strobing fluorescent lights, my muscles shaking uncontrollably, the incessant click-clacking of wheels on linoleum, paper-booted feet shuffling, fetal heart monitor lub-dubbing and by the startling smack of cold metal on my bare back on its sticky slide to the edge, my fuzzy-socked feet lodged securely in stirrups cradling my heels, while a dozen excited eyes burned a hole through my gaping crotch.

But oh… that was only foreplay, euphorically speaking. The exquisite climax to this laboring rush came at long last in the hot, wet, rushing sensation of soft alien flesh sliding from my core into the waiting, latex-gloved hands of a masked stranger who uttered the words I had waited nine long, bloated, nauseating, glowing months to hear…maybe even longer, if I’m being honest. “You did it, Mama! Meet your beautiful daughter!” That, my friends was euphoria!

Euphoria is a sliver shy of madness don’t you think? It’s a scientific fact actually, in some cases, you can look it up. But if we are lucky, it consumes us at least once in a lifetime. I have been quadruply blessed, but I fear my heart could not survive a steady dose of it!

even euphoria

an exhilarating experience
has a dark side

it’s sometimes a symptom
of carbon monoxide poisoning, hard drugs or mania…
I’m perfectly content with really, really happy

~kat

A few thoughts and a Cherita on the topic of Euphoria for Mind Love Misery’s Menageries’ Sunday Writing Prompt: Describe a moment in your real or fictional life when you experienced euphoria. Be as vivid as possible, hit all the senses (and I don’t just mean the basic 5).


Cherita 11 and a half

beware the quick nap

the nod, the doze
seeking REM on the fly

only to wake hours later
a sweaty blob in a puddle of drool
REM interrupted

~kat~

This is the moderated version of today’s mind cloud. I thought better of posting my initial Cherita after sleeping on it a brief bit. You are spared. Today’s entry could have been a vile drip from the recesses of my brain…

only the finest

expletives
rip from my sharpe tongue

giving a damn often leads to losing one’s shit
but it is the exquisitely satisfying fucking, fucked, flying fuck
that illustrates my delicate emotions magnificently

oops, did I just ‘write’ that…out loud?!!!

It’s been one of those days…

no filter


Elemental Rain ~ A Cherita

softly

daubs of hydrogen
and oxygen times two

raining
life, encapsulated
in droplets, bursting

~kat~


Frost on my Windshield – a Cherita

vision obscured

ice frosted
opaqueness

glaring
diffused light
driving blind

~kat~