Denial
The girl looked down.
People below her rushed around to various places, presumably hoping to accomplish some deed they had set their mind on. The icy weather assaulted them as the sun set, yet no one seemed to care.
The girl looked closer.
Their faces were red and cheery. Smiles formed on their lips, creating a warm atmosphere despite the snow. It was Christmas Eve, after all; who wouldn’t be happy? Noise rumbled among various buildings, attracting families of different kinds. They must have wanted to create some memories for the years to come.
The girl looked, but did not understand.
They were lying. Every single one of them. The world was only pleasant in fantasies. For, when you turned to face reality, you would be abandoned. Left lonely and miserable with nothing and no one to lend a hand, you would finally understand. That was the truth of this world- nothing more, nothing less.
The girl looked at the concrete below.
An end to the cruel fate she was destined to live through. A twisted escape. A wonderland she saw in dreams. The liars could keep refusing the veracity of existence. They could keep pretending they would never betray one another. It didn’t matter to her, because she wouldn’t be there to see it all collapse.
The girl looked down, but she didn’t look back up.
Oatmeal
Stomach churning
Eyes slightly burning
Hands sweating
Bricks layered on my chest
Crack a window open
Breathe a little deeper
Scream a little louder
Freak a little harder
Drag my hands on my jeans
Make fists and sweat some more
Why, oh why, oh why must I panic
Wash my hands again, stop sweating please
Close your eyes
Rub them like a child
Don't look into the light
Don't start crying
Am I going to throw up
Butterflies, dancers, gymnasts
Quick, get a bucket ready
No, just anxiety
Stomach churning,
Eyes burning,
Hands sweating,
Bricks layered on my chest
Was it just the oatmeal?