the girl

splintered with shards of disregard, she tiptoes into the cellar. carefully plotting out step after step, her lovely feet grace the gnarled wooden planks. what a place so unusually familar to her. it is a dark place, musky. apathy falls quickly upon her now, nearly reaching the bottom of the winding stairwell. what has become of the once lively young girl? once running amock, barefoot and paisley dress clad she is tattered - body, heart, and soul. how could something so beautiful fall to such a worthless state? can she be recreated by some heart stronger than that of her own? it seems too late as the light dims. the deep fear of losing something intangible climbs underneath her porcelein skin. waiting, she lays face down on the damp floor. "who will rescue me from myself now?" she pleads of something, someone. the pain has become unbearable. her smile has faded to nothing more than a thin line across her now unshapely face. she notices a faint sliver of gray light casts itself onto the prison-like bars of the cellar window. the movement of her hand across the dark corner casts shadows, each one playing itself about other areas of the room. "if only i could reach" she thought aloud to herself. arms outstreached, face to the earth from which she was formed, she began to try to do as the birds do. eyes now closed tightly, she bit her bottom lip until blood dripped onto the unforgiving floor. "i want to fly" she thought to herself. it was a wish so strong, so persistent, she couldn't rid herself of it. "i want to fly. i want to fly! i want to leave this all behind me now." she soared, for the imagination is stronger than the confines of this world, the chains we bind ourselves with so blindly. so ambiguously.

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