Uplifting

she pushed the button … seventh floor I want to jump but the door would not open the countdown began all exits unavailable maintenance in progress a symbol of her pain basement and parking deck but she did not own a vehicle transport restricted stay put where you are should have taken the stairway to hell beyond doubts but now she was stuck in the lift panic and agoraphobia unsettled resolve and it was a myth that for every gateway closed another one opened her phone without reception the emergency number a mere reminder of what life had become she bit her nails closer to the coffin in her catacomb of no return at least she had no food nor water to prolong her existence for she was tired of pushing against all odds when even the evens refused to release her when they retrieved her body crushed in a corner they found a thank you note pinned on her nude body for she had taken off all clothes to meet the maker whom she did not believe in her shrivelled corpse beautiful in all senses exuded peace and tranquility as she lay on the ground the only matter she was sorry for was that she had not had a boob job to inflate her demise because appearances had been the bane of her story always willing to please she had forgotten that pleasure lies in the eyes of the beholders of deceit 22 July 2021