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The final call Breathe, Slow and gentle, Like your trying to make a candle flicker, The darkness shifts shapes, In and out, (how else would you breath? Up down?), Smile, Practice your face, Carefully control each muscles contraction, Tightening, To create a (forced) relaxed face, You spiral your hair around your finger, Wind and unwind, Twist your fingers around each other, Tangle into bending shapes, Stop, Smile, Just be normal for five ******* minutes. Curtains up The act has started, No mistakes, The shell must be maintained, No cracks, ‘I’m fine’ (I’m breaking), ‘everything is great’ (everything hurts), ‘I will be okay’ (I want to die), Look carefree, Sylphlike. Your cracking, Your (pretending to be) tall, Holding the space, The room, As much as your (small) body can, Your actions exaggerated, Slowed, They see only (the fake) you. Curtains fall Just in time. They cant know, No muscles in your face contract, This is you, Dead eyed, dejected you, The candle has blown out, Smoke rises from the wick, Curling, Choking you, Until you convulse, Until your reflection shatters, Lines cut through you, The pieces fall on to the floor, And you are empty. Black, Bleak, A shadow. Curtain call
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Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 4:18 PM UTC
The Acts I Play
The final call Breathe, Slow and gentle, Like your trying to make a candle flicker, The darkness shifts shapes, In and out, (how else would you breath? Up down?), Smile, Practice your face, Carefully control each muscles contraction, Tightening, To create a (forced) relaxed face, You spiral your hair around your finger, Wind and unwind, Twist your fingers around each other, Tangle into bending shapes, Stop, Smile, Just be normal for five ******* minutes. Curtains up The act has started, No mistakes, The shell must be maintained, No cracks, ‘I’m fine’ (I’m breaking), ‘everything is great’ (everything hurts), ‘I will be okay’ (I want to die), Look carefree, Sylphlike. Your cracking, Your (pretending to be) tall, Holding the space, The room, As much as your (small) body can, Your actions exaggerated, Slowed, They see only (the fake) you. Curtains fall Just in time. They cant know, No muscles in your face contract, This is you, Dead eyed, dejected you, The candle has blown out, Smoke rises from the wick, Curling, Choking you, Until you convulse, Until your reflection shatters, Lines cut through you, The pieces fall on to the floor, And you are empty. Black, Bleak, A shadow. Curtain call
Just how I was feeling on one particular evening.
#acting#lonliness#theatre#life
Written by
Aishah
15/F/U.K.
Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 4:18 PM UTC
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