Genres: Life, Reflection, Dreams, Introspection, Pain, Living, Contemplation.
She laid down
on the carpet in the
living room because
she wanted to understand…
It wasn’t that she didn’t
know what was happening
or why she was feeling this way
but she wanted to seek answers
and consult the ceiling
and the lightbulb
and the crack at the far
left corner
that had been there
for as long as she could remember…
There was so much she needed to know…
But she laid there for too long
and the ceiling grew too thin
and she could see the stars peeking through
As all of outside tried to come in
and the ceiling faded into dust that consumed
her body as it lay against the fibers of the carpet
She closed her eyes and started to whisper out
towards whatever could hear her, or
whoever happened to be listening to her at that time
And images flooded her mind
and took control
of her body
and her will
and her sense of self
Images of knives being stabbed through her back
as people laughed at her spasms and shrieks
while others looked at her as if she were a specimen
under the glass of a microscope
ConfidingIsabella Destrades
She cried for help, but no one could hear her
There were images of hands touching hands
under the lust of the moon’s glow
surrounded by damp soil and wildflowers
that thrived upon the hearts of young lovers
And she could somehow, make out the image of
a school bus arriving, veiled in fog
and wet leaves
and mud
ready to take her to the schoolyard
where all her worries and disappointments
became her breaking point
and the people she saw there
were just tamed circus mice
following a path she did not choose to go
But she said to herself
“I have no choice,”
and continued on with her day…
Suddenly, her eyes open up
as a microwave beeps and a child’s
voice is heard shouting on the
television screen
And she realizes that the dust from the ceiling
did not cover her body
And the stars were nowhere to be seen
(which disappoints her a bit)
She stands up and looks at the clock
and decides she should go to bed,
for the lights shine back at her 1:26 a.m.
and that is the sensible thing to do
She heads to her room
ConfidingIsabella Destrades
to take off her clothes
and sleeps soundly
hoping tomorrow
will be a better day…
No one really understood her
How her mind worked
and who she really was inside
but everyone knew she had dreams
and that was enough for them
to feel afraid…
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