echo WEEK ONE: I’M DONE
To the left
The whispers of the wind
Skating across
Caressing
The textured imperfections
Of her face.
To the right
The flaming sphere
Nestled between the cottony abyss
Its piercing spires
Jabbing deeper into
The pores of her skin.
Before her
A colossal giant
Full of green
Not with envy
Rather
A lushful sight.
One that stands
With utmost dignity
Towering over
Making even the tallest
Humbled by its regal demeanour.
A myriad of wispy arms
Extending
Stretching into the distance
Each bearing
A hefty foliage
Providing comfort
An abode to many.
Inch by inch
An elongated silhouette
Crept quietly
A gradual movement
From left to right
Unbeknownst to her.
Legs crossed
Back plastered against
The limber deck chair
Chained
By indecision.
She rises
Stretches
Tingles race across her back
It’s half past ten
Door sealing shut
Feet
Steering itself
To its next destination…
CHOOSE:
| 1: Each keystroke Of the laptop A gentle lullaby, Her lashes Brush against her cheeks, Body oscillating To the rhythm of her pendulum It has to be done. Eyes They strain, Hanging on For their dear life. | 2: Slipping under The velvety goodness Into another land Saturated with serenity, Lasting a split second Until Baring its teeth, A harrowing voice Calls out. Pestering, Closer it moves, Whispers grazing across Her neck. An endless chase An inevitable escape From the responsibilities of Yesterday Today Tomorrow. |
WEEK TWO: LONE (-LY)
Wafts of caffeine
Infiltrate the air,
Nostrils engulfed
Mind awakened
Absorbing the conversations,
Conversations she
Wished she had
Now only existing
Within the confines of
Her favourite TV show
Crave
An insatiable desire
For an arm
Secured on her shoulder,
An open embrace
She longs to pour
Her deepest emotions into
Eyes peeled,
Her reflection staring back
Amidst smoke
Engulfing the fireplace below.
Strangely
Flames of comfort
Wrap around
Setting her heart ablaze
Protection from the cold
If only there was
Someone to shield her
Long since she’s heard
The voices of her own
A platonic love that
Goes both ways.
A deep breath in
A short exhale
Her hand slithers to
Reach out
Phone in her grasp…
CHOOSE:
| 1: With every peck Her finger made Contact A friend Show up To dinner A restaurant A chat A laugh A smile Should suffice Don’t look down For what lies Underneath The table Twitching legs Sweat-ridden palms An extra plate full Of doubts. | 2: But it Parts from her fingers Sinking further into The depths of Her chaise lounge She’s safe, unscathed Yet Mournful howls Reverberate through her home Filling the void In the dead of night. |
WEEK 3: SPEAK
A creak
Peering into
The mailbox
Several pieces
Fall into her arms.
Jingles from the keys
Stop abruptly
A plop on a chair
Exhaustion
Takes her body
Into its possession.
Chucking the mail
Onto the dining table
A call from
Her sister
The mountainous pile of mail
One
On top of another
Her lips part
To utter…
CHOOSE:
| 1: A few extra thousands She pleads Sighs echo through the call Okay. The call clicks. Eyes filled to the brim Engulfed in the heap Drowning Imprisoned by the shackles of debts. | 2: The call clicks. Crimson waterfall Gushes into The concavity of Her glass Gliding her lips Along its fragile rim Descending to An everlasting Prequel to A proliferating ache In her mind In her soul That’s a problem For another day. |
WEEK 4: ?
Legs crossed
Back plastered against
The limber deck chair
Chained
By indecision.
…
But did the indecision
Really matter?
Whether she headed
To the left
Or
To the right
Was there really
A better option?
For there are no definite
Endings for it all
Only choices
that were made
Each one unfulfilling
Taking
A piece of
Her sanity
Away.
…
Glancing
Towards the giant
That stood before her
It’s been awhile
Since she last
Caught a glimpse of it
Checked in.
The lushful sight
That once stood
With utmost dignity
Now
Bald
Scrawny
Lacklustre
Withered.
Written by: Merissa
