The days pass like nights.
Dull and void with creaky sounds that give me fright.
And I don't know why.
It's just always felt this way.
Ever since we had to tell Samantha goodbye
I've been trapped in this cage without another person at my side.
Father comes to say hi sometimes.
A mumbled greeting without ever looking me in my eyes.
With a basket of pastries,
As though I were little red ridinghood's grandmother instead of a maiden in my own right
Before shuffling away to town again.
So many important things that require his time.
I think to ask to leave sometimes.
But keep my lips crimped until I can slow my thoughts enough to shut my eyes.
Review in flashes the dismembered pieces of what used to be my sister they found in the alleyway that night.
And then I just sigh.
Manage a smile sometimes.
Pretend everything is fine.
Like the summer house has not become a prison.
Like the yellow wallpaper hasn't begun shifting and whispering whenever I bother to watch or listen.
I...
I don't know what I'm supposed to be doing.
Surely a young woman at my age has something she is trying to be.
Not trapped far away from town like she is the plague not the brutality of the city.
Why should I be trapped and punished for other men's faults?
For their wandering eyes and immoral thoughts?
And what will happen when I eventually decide to leave?
Will they blame me like they blamed Samantha?
Will they bother to find all the pieces of my body?
Yet another thing I do not know.
So I sit on the porch of the cottage and watch as the wind blows.
Sigh my deep sighs and hug my elbows.
The days are like nights here.
But at least I know my final breathes are never too close.
YOU ARE READING
Dainty Miss T.
PoetryDainty Miss T's parents have kept her isolated ever since her sister died. Confined to a cottage at the edge of town, she has nothing exciting to occupy her time and no one to keep her company... Or does she?
