johnayyee
As she walks down the stairs, she is hit, assaulted. Not by human actions, but by human decisions. And she trembles, scared of what she has done, what her life is now. Assaulted by the realization of who she will become, she screams at the top of her soul. Hoping to be heard, hoping to be recognized, she pleads with the will of a thousand waves to turn back time, to turn back to nothing. She chose to be free, but her body wanted to be bound. She chose life, but her body wanted to die. Conflicted and confused, wondering if these stairs will ever end, She runs with all strength, with all of her being. And as she reaches the last step, she stops, she holds her breath. She picks up a pen and fights back. She fights back against these parasites, these old dirty men, these 50 year old hypocrites. She is now free.