Hardly there yet hardly gone; a figure of ghostly beauty -- tantalizing yet discreet in her features, transparent and filled all at once. The green that hid beneath closed lids would have swallowed the light in the room, reflecting the life that spilled from her beating chest. The little light the seeped in through the high window above the rafters and support beams and gears whirring with their taunt-filled clicking met her face as if adorning it in a warm kiss, lapping her lashes and cheek bones and pursed lips so rosy against her pallid flesh.
She could sit like this for hours in her haze. Mere minutes felt like years and seconds all at once in the shelter of a clock tower. The outside was a world unknown to her and while her curiosity had led her to climb the rafters in an attempt to see the world, her only sight was a light and happy blue that gradually turned to a dusky midnight hue speckled in light. Occasionally a bird would find its way into her rafters and nest, but she found her curiosity combined with her sense of danger disallowed her from snooping into its nest regardless of the noise that would rise every once in a while.
Her head rose at the sound of the lock, her head cocked to better ascertain its truth. The door to the outside swung open with a sigh and closed the darkness in. The light of a candle danced on the walls as a decrepit man of seventy more years than her own made his way up the stairs. His smile was emptied of teeth, his cruel green eyes laughing coldly at her. Forever his. Forever locked away. Forever alone...
She shot up from her haze to find herself at the little table in the corner of the clock tower home, looking into the tea that had run cold. With a rush of anger, the teacup was shattered on the floor and the table toppled over. The black nectar that had taken residence in the tea had been splattered across the floor. No more eating, she decided. No longer would she play into his games. In her lasting lucid moment, she crafted herself a plan of escape.
She refused to be alone any longer...
She could sit like this for hours in her haze. Mere minutes felt like years and seconds all at once in the shelter of a clock tower. The outside was a world unknown to her and while her curiosity had led her to climb the rafters in an attempt to see the world, her only sight was a light and happy blue that gradually turned to a dusky midnight hue speckled in light. Occasionally a bird would find its way into her rafters and nest, but she found her curiosity combined with her sense of danger disallowed her from snooping into its nest regardless of the noise that would rise every once in a while.
Her head rose at the sound of the lock, her head cocked to better ascertain its truth. The door to the outside swung open with a sigh and closed the darkness in. The light of a candle danced on the walls as a decrepit man of seventy more years than her own made his way up the stairs. His smile was emptied of teeth, his cruel green eyes laughing coldly at her. Forever his. Forever locked away. Forever alone...
She shot up from her haze to find herself at the little table in the corner of the clock tower home, looking into the tea that had run cold. With a rush of anger, the teacup was shattered on the floor and the table toppled over. The black nectar that had taken residence in the tea had been splattered across the floor. No more eating, she decided. No longer would she play into his games. In her lasting lucid moment, she crafted herself a plan of escape.
She refused to be alone any longer...
