colors of society #wattys2017 [completed]

snow white.

The days passed. 

The hours passed.

And yet Annabelle did not feel as if any time passed.

Her world had broken together.

Cries were ringing through the night like it had the one before.

Helplessness had spun itself around the house like a big web.

The spider being their own misery.

And Annabelle found no comfort in her usual routines.

Straightening her hair only made it less tamable.

Using the too light foundation left her skin dry and burning.

Covering her womanly body in cloth that did not suit her taste only made her sweat.

Sadness is this vicious circle that clothes in on you until you feel unable to breathe. 

And while the circle tightened itself everyday snow began to fall.

Everything was snow white, even the trees.

And somehow Annabelle found herself wishing for black snow,

                    because she was melting away.