She is feeling defensive
She watches from the sidelines as pair by pair, they close their eyes and lose themselves. She wishes she could but she doesn't want to let go. The wall sticks to her like the melted candy strewn carelessly on the tables. Her body sways with the rhythm but she refuses to let it take her. She doesn't want to lose herself because then people will be able to steal her and change her.
She is silently pleased that there are people who would rather sit outside in the quiet night while a party rages on indoors under colouful, cellophane-covered lights.
Harmless coy glances, light touches on the shoulder, silly, persisting tugs at your hands, voices with soft undertones, they all make her smile. But then she flits away and hides behind the black.
When the illusions are pulled down, she looks around the stripped exterior and thinks, this is it, this is the end. No more hiding behind costumes, no more dressing up now. But this is such an obvious lie, it falls flat to the ground like the skeleton strung to the wall once its strings are cut.
The box is still under the bed, she still holds on to it and waits for the owner to answer the call.
She is silently pleased that there are people who would rather sit outside in the quiet night while a party rages on indoors under colouful, cellophane-covered lights.
Harmless coy glances, light touches on the shoulder, silly, persisting tugs at your hands, voices with soft undertones, they all make her smile. But then she flits away and hides behind the black.
When the illusions are pulled down, she looks around the stripped exterior and thinks, this is it, this is the end. No more hiding behind costumes, no more dressing up now. But this is such an obvious lie, it falls flat to the ground like the skeleton strung to the wall once its strings are cut.
The box is still under the bed, she still holds on to it and waits for the owner to answer the call.
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