A Little Less Bright Now
-Silence… … (Everywhere)
Colours are not colours today
Only dark shadows appear
Like a veil of grey being drawn over the world
A dark day is today-
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I arrive at the house of the bearded man
Admittedly, he and I are not the best of friends
But today I must visit him
I must!
I push the wooden doors forward
They are thick and heavy
I use two hands
The day is wet
The wood is damp.
My thin black sole hits the marble floor
Like a perfect ice cube
It is cold and smooth.
My feet move one in front of the other
I am walking (I don’t know how)
Empty
The building and I
Echoing footsteps
Echoing breath
A forest of pews lay before me
Brown, old and cracked
It is a long walk
But I reach the end of the forest
And I sit
I am uncomfortable
I am alone
I stare at a long box in front of me
A box with chrome handles on the side
It is not like a box you get at Christmas or on your birthday
Such boxes are filled with surprises
But not this box
No – not this box
In minutes the box vanishes into blue velvet curtains
I watch as it disappears
It is gone
The box is gone
You are gone…
Copyright © Natasha Wright | Year Posted 2013
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