inch by inch

catefrances

she lies incapacitated upon plain white sheets
staring blankly at the cracks in the ceiling
blind, not seeing what it is she's meant to
yellowing wallpaper peels away from the corners
and black spiders spin their webs in the folds
she's been here for days unable to move much
beyond the bathroom down the hall
no one knocks upon the door
she's learnt to like it that way
the solitude her security blanket
the only disturbance coming from within herself
she's been here before, most often as obsever
but like this time, sometimes as participant
she knows how it will end or
how she would like it to end
she knows we don't always get what it is we want or crave the most
the thoughts inside her head eat away
and resolve she had
she is her own worst enemy and she has no friends
no defence against an inside job

brain of c

she should order a pizza.