K. brown’s soul floated down the river looking for a body.

There was plenty to choose from with all the ill managed waste and hazardous material.

 Misplaced feet and hands from bygone surgeries which could have been properly disposed with the right amount of oxycontin and incineration gave a Shelley like selection for brown to be multicultural.

The closer she got to Macon body and soul came together in the gutter and drainage systems of the 475 bypass to highway 75.

 The lifeless cadaver settled in the outskirts of Bibb county and was sewn together by evil.

 K. brown’s body rested underneath manhole covers and grids as the pitter patter of Georgia rain dripped its random pattern across her face.

The combination of river and precipitation ebbed and flowed a cardiac pattern against her motionless body as it beat against manmade walls of cement and reinforced steel.

 The constant movement of water breathed life into her body and she stirred in the artificial swamp.

 She rose from a supine to sqatting position keeping her head tucked letting the rain drench her waterlogged limbs as though heavenly bath waters washed off the stench.

 She shivered as an electrical pulse ran down her spine but her body did not shudder with fear so much as anger.

Her senses came to life and sought shelter as though her human like shell knew her nakedness needed to be covered.

 This was her birthplace but she sought an exit to make her ascent to solid ground.

 Climbing the ladders to the surface her motor skills gained coordination and her muscles gained strength and she was able to shift the hole cover by sheer strength and left her den of delivery.

 There would be no need for her to return.

 She quickly adapted to the less travelled streets of Macon quickly finding its businesses and back alleys.

 Scattered pieces of discarded clothing became her wardrobe and her body heat dried her outfit and drenched skin.

Like a homing device she was drawn to the bars since she had enough of her initial hydration and needed something more concentrated like alcohol to quench her new thirst.

She blended in quietly with the local establishment and no one questioned the whereabouts of Macon’s newest resident.