An art store with only one aisle
Shelves stark white and covered with art supplies
White tile lines the floor
Linoleum beneath my feet and a stench of vaseline
She’s standing there waiting for me
Staring at me
She begins to bang her head against a white shelf
The inventory shakes and rattles and falls to the ground
THIS IS WHAT WE COULD BECOME
The short-haired blonde woman points towards a row of steel compartments
Cages
Prison cells
She continues to bang her head against the shelving
Curiosity overcomes me and I turn my head to look
Cold, dark, grey metal cells
I try to look into all of them but my vision is limited
There’s a window scratched and clawed at
There’s a woman’s body
But there is no woman left
The agony she has experienced in this cell is more than the woman in the art store can bare
She sees her body
Alive, but lifeless
Blood running blue through her veins
She has nothing left to give
Nothing left to cry out for
Nothing left to help her
A woman’s body lays within the solitary cell
She’s given up and she’s barely human anymore
As she turns to look at me through the small, dark window that allows a small amount of blue light into the cell
A claw reaches from behind the cell
I can’t see where it came from
What it belongs to
It reaches deep into the breast of the blue-ish woman that’s given up all hope
Slowly
Carefully
And with such precision
The claw tears out her heart
A red, sad, ****** mess
And she doesn’t fight back
Doesn’t even move