Idily waiting by the bottom of the stairs, I looked up. I saw the marble steps whind up and up into a perfect spiral. Breathing in, I screamed. My throat ached, my eyes boar tears, yet i continued to scream. Once I stopped, all I heard was the fading sound of my words, bouncing off the walls in echo. I murmured poems under my breath and looked around. No one appeared to see me; no one appeared to be there. My palms itche and the walls seemed to be closing in on me. The air in the room seemed to be flooding out of the windows, even though the walls were bared. I sat on a soft chair, watching my stupid little life drown before me. My formal dress was damp with sweat and my curls wilted. Yet, I didn't care. It seemed as if all the care or worry had been dropped. Either for me or by me. I couldn't tell yet.
Let's not be Matriarchal
August 13, 2008