Feb 21, 2014
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baracades
in her world she pushes and pulls she pulls wardrobes and chairs and tables and anything big enough to block a door.
she baracades herself in. she wishes she had the strength to do this in real life.
her and her mum sit. stuck at the traffic lights. heavy, the girl looks over her shoulder. a soft, fluffy dog in her arms. she looks at the mid 70’s units and wonders about their previous owners. she wonders what they had for dinner and if the road they lived on was as busy as this one.
half heartedly listening, the radio tells her about some band she’s head of. one she hasn’t heard though, they’re winnin some kind of big award. the girl deliberately reaches over, slowly she turns the station. but when another presenter on another channel is talking about the same band, the same award - she shudders. and, if her body wasn’t so heavy and the world wasn’t so blurry she would have violently shut if off. instead she tunes back out. watching the cars.
“i need you to listen to me” her mother says but the girl is tuned out. her concentration captured by a building being constructed, she wonders what will replace the dogy 24 convince store/burger joint/pizza bar that has always been there for as long as she remembers.
tuning back into the radio and the traffic report is forcarsting difficulties.
“you can just drop me home and go” the girl says. wishing she could just be alone and enveloped in softness. “you know… to beat the… traffic”
“oh I don’t mind at all” her mother replies in a sickly sweet tone. the girl wishes she had taken that xanax before she ran out the door.
once alone she falls into bed. so tired. she hasn’t properly for three days. her phone rings and she ignores it. instead thinking about what colours she would paint the ceiling roses above her.