Safe Haven

She sits and swings, watching this place that is supposed to be her safe haven. She knows it is and she knows they're right, that beyond this place is somewhere far worse. Where the foul stench and darkness of the pitch swallows anything of light. She is of light.

That, she does not always understand. Why had she been made this way? Sometimes she wishes she could shirk off her duties as a resident of the haven of light. Slip through the cracks and slide out of this stifling place. Maybe out there she could be free. Not safe, but free.

The more crass members of her society suggest it would take huge...balls...to even think of doing such a thing. She doesn't agree, after all she has no such thing and to her these are far more than thoughts. Indeed. She climbs off the swing. She has thought enough.