11:00 pm
The world seems to have gone off kilter. One minute she was stood, shoulders hunched, a glass twirling between the slouched, tipsy grasp of her fingers, hip jutted just a tad bit.
The next moment , glass crashes to the floor, cracks blooming skywards like weeds, breaking, shattering to a million pieces in a split second.
Liquid sloshes all over the floor, sticky amber pooling on the scratched floorboards. Now spreading out , staining the foot mat bleeding through as if driven by the force of a stranded victim swimming past mirages of shores only to find that they were ,in fact, just that, mirages.
The foot mat lies heavier than just a moment before, drenched and stained. Marked for the future by events of present to become past.
It's only a foot from where she sits on her butt, the strained tail bone a blurred sense of life in the frenzy tearing through her fleshing, zipping through her bones.
A distant call of her name. An irregular thudding. Footsteps. A concerned face?
The receiver dangles from its cord. It swings back and forth, the plastic bobbing and bouncing against the uneven, white plaster of the wall. Pathetic. Almost stupid.
Now it hangs midair. Silent. Still. Lifeless.
No hovering. Just quiet stillness.
Yet the frenzy doesn't break.
She wonders. If it is, even just a little bit, at peace.
