She enters the room and flicks the light on... The mirror stares back hard at her... It is inevitable that she be there, even if it is for that ephemeral period... Huh! Ephemeral maybe for the outer world... She has to endure this every single day, twice... Endure might be too strong a word, but its harsh on her she feels... For it is all so still, staring at the wall and sitting at the same place, unmoving...
She starts to undress and flinches ever so slightly at her reflection in the mirror...For she is used to herself now, the seemingly surreal and capricious imperfections, created and deleted by her own encumbered mind...
And of course there is the light...She is not even afforded darkness to escape this suffocating reality...She strips slowly, running this in through her mind...She cannot switch off the light once she sits down, cos she cant get up...Well she can, but her mind has imposed the restriction on HER!, binding, chaining her to her spot...
As the music starts to play in the innards of her head, she carefully places herself on the ground, ready to run thru the same rigmarole inside her mind...Of agony, of frustration - slowly building upto a climax, which is the realisation that all of this is inevitable.............
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