chrissy
Ex-Bluelighter
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[ showed this to harrasser a while back. he sorta liked it so i thought, why not? ]
"Accessories"
i sit on a chair.
in a big room.
with no windows, no furniture save for this little wooden chair under me.
there's a door too- it's painted on the wall.
i have no knowledge of the outside world.
i only see light once every week.
suddenly, another person plonks down by my side. a male- bout 20. not a bad catch.
he looks at me, scared.
we don't talk.
we can't.
we have no mouths.
he runs into the door and tries to kick it in, fisting its wooden- looking panels.
i already tried that and failed.
i couldn't tell him not to bother... that there was no point.
he looks at me again, almost as if saying, "How can you just sit there?" but i don't budge.
it's been weeks since i've moved. or BEEN moved. whichever.
oh, now he's running around the room, waving arms desperately. males! as if that's gonna help- already tried it.
i was wondering what other things he was going to attempt that i already failed at.
voices are heard and his blue eyes widen in surprise...
"Yes, mother, i'm coming."
a door is slammed, a key shuffled, and my acquaintance runs towards me, grabbing my shoulders, lifting me off the chair.
he grabs the chair and holds it up. he'll probably hit me, try to kill me in order to kill time itself.
it won't work- i'll always be here. no one can destroy me.
he doesn't know this yet, but no one can destroy him either.
he falls down and cries. i walk up to him and put my arms around him.
later, in a pile of dust in the corner of the empty room, i use my finger to write:
"we are the accessories. wonder if we'll get picked and used today..."
"Accessories"
i sit on a chair.
in a big room.
with no windows, no furniture save for this little wooden chair under me.
there's a door too- it's painted on the wall.
i have no knowledge of the outside world.
i only see light once every week.
suddenly, another person plonks down by my side. a male- bout 20. not a bad catch.
he looks at me, scared.
we don't talk.
we can't.
we have no mouths.
he runs into the door and tries to kick it in, fisting its wooden- looking panels.
i already tried that and failed.
i couldn't tell him not to bother... that there was no point.
he looks at me again, almost as if saying, "How can you just sit there?" but i don't budge.
it's been weeks since i've moved. or BEEN moved. whichever.
oh, now he's running around the room, waving arms desperately. males! as if that's gonna help- already tried it.
i was wondering what other things he was going to attempt that i already failed at.
voices are heard and his blue eyes widen in surprise...
"Yes, mother, i'm coming."
a door is slammed, a key shuffled, and my acquaintance runs towards me, grabbing my shoulders, lifting me off the chair.
he grabs the chair and holds it up. he'll probably hit me, try to kill me in order to kill time itself.
it won't work- i'll always be here. no one can destroy me.
he doesn't know this yet, but no one can destroy him either.
he falls down and cries. i walk up to him and put my arms around him.
later, in a pile of dust in the corner of the empty room, i use my finger to write:
"we are the accessories. wonder if we'll get picked and used today..."
