She...

Inspired from "Blank Noise"

She brushed aside her hair. Flowing over her face, hiding the world from her. A blank pause, her thoughts. A blank expression her face. Tears sometimes have no meaning, they have a reason, a reason she was willing to hide. A reason the world would have hidden. A reason her hair would have wanted to cover.

She moved. Shrinking away from the world. A numbness prevailed her. A numbness that arises from meek submission of many to one. A submission in the name of misconstrued honor, a misnomer.

She twiched in disgust. A disgust that the world has seminated in her, a feeling of disgust about herself, a disgust that arises from germination, a disgust impregnated along with her, a disgust that grew with her and a disgust that she would live with before the disgust devoured her

She tried to dissuade. A dissuasion driven by contempt. Contemptuous of herself. Every pore contemptous of its existence, reminding her every moment how she wished her skin was flayed and her sould became numb. Contemptous about her beauty, her visage, her flawless skin, her flowing hair. Contemptous about her perfection arisen from a dissuasive genesis.

She wanted to burn. Every cell to purify. incinerate every moment of her life. To arise from the ashes of time as another. To release from the cluthces of this truth, another.


She. A collective singularity. A nameless identity. A faceless familiarity. She another victim of hapless eve teasing. She prey to the lustful looks of him
Him, you, me us. Him