katiequinn
She was bound to to the iron pole by a hundred white scarves. The ends were dragged into the wind and relentlessly tightened as the moon rose bright. Her midnight locks wove around her vision and blended with the slow swirling sky. She struggled to be free and suffered in her captivity to that night, a surrender she had not agreed to. But when the stars pierced through the dark her eyes unfolded. She saw the rare beauty of the pitched black shadows and the raw reveal of life forgotten to light. Warmth bloomed from plum stained sky spreads and bled breezes to ripple in silhouetted leaves. Fresh petal scents undulated upon her and she breathed her release in. On her exhale her surrender was her own, to that night of ebony understanding. The white scarves tore apart at peak pressure, and revealed her delivered, with dignity relinquished.
I was almost there. A bell chimed as the elevator doors pulled apart in front of me, and I slipped out before they had fully spread. My mind reeled as I dodged doctors and patients alike, with cold courtesy restraining me from outright sprinting. The gray hallway I navigated carried the muted sounds of conversations spilling out from open offices. I paused to catch my breath as I began to sweat. A draft blew the strawberry ringlets off my shoulders and stung my eyes. The moment blurred as it slowed to the feeble pulse of the wall clock, ticking away my chances. I twitched back into a stride, and fled from the clock, knowing it could take everything back. I twisted round a turn and was met with deathly silence. This was the place of my appointment. It was dark, with one, flickering fluorescent lighting the hallway. It tapered into silent darkness, and I knew I was done for. The one I was meeting, the doctor, the hope, the chance, was already gone. I had almost made it.
I was swept over the cliffs edge in a current of pink mist. The sky was stained by thousands of violet gradations all churning around the setting sun, which was blooming redder than roses. It's dying rays were the thorns, piercing my eyes with their surprising brightness. The stretching waves unfurled beneath the delicious display, which in turn painted the lacy waters with rich running rainbows of light. The sun dragged me down with it, retreating to the other side of the waters cold surface. Bubbles surged my vision as the day died in the silent depths.
When I looked at my clothes in the cracked mirror I felt cheap, The seams were stretched around my curves and the fabric was pulling itself apart while trying to cover my limbs. The tattered fabric displayed my personality well and concealed all my flaws and I felt invisible enough to go outside.