As messy as it gets. She wanted to climb the walls – paint them, smash them. She wanted out – escape. Tried to cry to free the torment inside but it couldn’t be reached. It was trapped just as she. Nothing made sense. Everything stood dead still – so quiet – staring at her, not game to move – the chair, the mirror, the porcelain cat. They ignored her presence and she felt like smashing them all. Why was she like this? It felt strangely insane. She paused to ponder the frail reflection in the mirror – messy wildfire hair framing a pale blank expression. Glassy green eyes, distant to her face, fell back behind the dark circles surrounding them. She looked frightened of herself. Every bone in her body ached from the cold emptiness and every surface seemed hard and uncomfortable. She tossed and turned in bed – cold and alone – inside out under the covers. Dreams tormented her until dawn when she awoke with a desperate gasp for air… sitting bolt upright, she stared out at yet another long dreaded day.
Hmm… another slightly frightening piece but honest and expressive. It would have made a great painting had some been handy at the time… one day.