Thursday, September 2, 2010

New Skin

Click-Click-Click
Her beige shoes trod across the winding road. Faraway, there were pizzas and waiters. The place teemed with them walking swiftly not looking at anything in particular. They frowned in concentration with a Herculean effort not to drop the trays.
She walked starring at the tiles and listening to the Tick-Tick-Tick of her shoe.

Big tile. Small Tile. Big tile. Small Tile. Big Tile. Small Tile.

Tick-Tick-Tick
Tears hit the floor as her hands froze on the doorknob and her lips pressed into a thin line. She tried to imagine herself,  a figure standing in there with flushed cheeks and empty eyes, a huge lump rising in the throat.  But that looked like someone else. Her features lost their distinction as they drowned in the whirly sameness of days.
Wake up, survive, sleep.  Wake up, survive, sleep.  Wake up, survive, sleep.

Vrrr-Vrrr-Vrrr
    The voices in her head went dull, echoing the mechanical roars of the car motor. Her mind was an immaculate reflection of the world seen by those tarnished blue crystals, free of her vision, free of herself. The sun rays slanted across the black sky and spread until there were no traces of darkness. Yet, in her inner mirror she  saw where they resided, lurking right beneath the surface of the days. Days were masked nights. Nights were perpetual. The twiddling autumn leaves that flew in the far horizon were never free; the wind propelled them to the dead ground of her thoughts. And now, she was running away, peeling away that person’s skin she came to recognize as a self she no longer wanted.

Hush!
Listen to her tears fading away…






12 comments:

Brian Miller said...

maha this is wonderful. in voyage of the dawn treader my fav scene is where the lion de skins the dragon to find the little boy beneath...this took me there...the perpetual night is a strong image as well...

Jessie said...

maha, thank you so much for visiting me and your lovely comment.

wow!! your piece is written with such vivid imagery. i could feel the weight of your words, her feelings...strongly composed!

warm smiles,

emily wierenga said...

whirly sameness... love this. the attention to detail in this astounds. well done, friend. thanks so much for linking. e.

keLi said...

"days were masked nights. nights were perpetual."

loved this.

Kaleidoscope Girl said...

Vivid imagery, as always. :)

Sam Liu said...

This is powerful and profound, Maha. Strong, deep writing, the emotion suffused into your words is wonderful, the mind of your character extraordinary.

Claudia said...

..wake up - survive - sleep - your description of this never ending circle is amazing - and then - the change...she was running away, peeling away that person’s skin…brave - off to new shores...
just loved it!

Blasphemous Aesthete said...

whooosh... emotions beautiful, picture perfect, eruption impending.

Dulce said...

You always... never stop to astound me Maha!

joanny said...

Maha:

As others have commented, your character and the depth of which she reveals herself is profound. It is hard to image living with those thoughts, but I am sure there are many who do. A nice depth to your writing without it being over the edge- but strongly connected to the pulse of life.
Detailed and descriptive.
Joanny

in_blue_sky said...

Let it be perpetual her tears and
Let those tears will cleanse the way her beloved

Lu Ann said...

I am quiet now.
Everything´s in silence...
Yes, now I can hear her tears falling down making a deep sound of solitude.

Never tell her to stop.