who's ta say, ay?

the candle wax breaks off like the cake in the fridge she wants to eat, but can't. or doesn't want to. is she really helping the animals or is it just another man-made marketing scheme to make the man think he is doing good?

she notices the thin line of light through the crack of her bedroom door. is the glass half empty of half full? does she say 'half empty' first because her glass is tainted, or because it sounds better that way around?

she opens her bag to take out the banana that nobody wanted. it smells of disease. the one she's been carrying around for over two months now. does an apple a day keep the therapist away? because the banana is still mouldy, just like her brain.

the wind is trapped between the window and the mosquito net. the brick wall on the other side is stood, unmoving. why think of the brick wall as an obstacle in which you have to climb over or break through? who's to say it isn't freedom itself?

fucking insane.

is everyone home?
shall i lock the door?

quiet.

she opened the living room door to silence.

trouble.

the look she'd never seen before in his eyes was making its first appearance.
he grabbed her and placed her in front of the living room mirror.
look at yourself!
look at what you've become.

he snatched all of the little freedom she had with the grit in his teeth
you're fucking crazy.
stop acting crazy.


all she could do was smile fanatically.
fucking insane.