January 21

She sat in the corner of the room, thrusting her head on hard green walls. Her body settled into a comfortably twisted position with small throw pillows filling in the gaps that her human anatomy couldn’t conform to. There ran a bitter nauseating taste in her mouth, and she felt her gut twisted in many knots. Something seemed to beckon her. She thought long and hard of what it could be…

It was the sweet sound of melancholy. 


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s