A vision…
She can’t even remember when the walls had gotten so close that she couldn’t breathe any more, restricted all around her so much that she can’t even see the door that she came through.
She’d wondered how concrete could be created, surely that person knew that it would be used to drown those that couldn’t cope, to suffocate the lives of those that just didn’t fit into the small spaces that the world had created for them.
she’s so confused that the writing on the wall doesn’t even seem to be her’s even though the pen in her hand is leaking the same colour onto her own skin that is sliced in thick angles across the whole of the whiteness in front of her.
she can’t find the air to scream.
she can’t find the space to move.
she can’t find the words to ask for saving.
