For those who are in need of their own space ❤️ ----------- READ CAPTION....✨ _-_-_-_-_-_-_-_
Wrath Of Labyrinth
Sometimes, amid the ruckus of the world, own spaces fill up the blanks. Fantasized imagination takes up the show and realities gets under the blanket of obliteration. Quicker motion of the heart-beats gets Trapped and slows down due to the deep anguish present in the cardiac cage, waiting for someone to let it's wings be free for sometime. The silent scream takes up the role , million things going on inside the head like thunder, lightening and dreadful waves hitting the sea at the same time! But the pair of large bright eyes like the bowl of kindness, tenderly and gratefully swells the heart in bosom. The curve of the lips, the smirk, leer, grin, silently sobbing, shouts, strengthens the soul up and brings the strength back, grabbing all the tiredness in it. The sleeping world , the sobbing cry, the silent scream, million thoughts hitting like the oceanic waves, the stumbled step yet the sweetness of the motivating smile fixes it all from outside. But Inside?? What about that? It makes you hollow, completely different from the outer one. Crying for a break, isolation from this world and everyone, just the smile, cries, screams, soul, mind present....may be that's the thread needed for weaving the stitches of the soul and mind..... THE OWN SPACE WRAPPED IN SOLITUDE❤️
Like a small bud it comes out... And by the time flying takes up the blossom, gains every aspect of attention like the bright moon between the billion stars. Yellow, red, blue, purple....in every possible colour it is. Blooming in the gaze of people's eyes.
But oops! The Fortunate good days are not forever....and suddenly a day comes when this beauty gets plucked, rolled up by shoes, yet now no one notices it, the lying flower which once so gorgeously bloomed .... Trapped in the hues of earth, mud, dirt.... struggling with people's steps and feets and finally... Finally, taking it's last breath, remembering the good, enjoyable clouds Nine days...✨ A good life ending may be...❤️
Like shattered porcelain In pieces she lays her bed Haunted by memories That devoured her being Pierced by misdids Society plunged into her identity Abused and confused Seeking solace amidst distress Broken, She's too bitter to be better
She, Exercised by travails Heaved upon her By unseen clouds of witnesses. Placed in a lather, Hoisted by life's petard Maligned and badgered Hounded in chaos Bitter, She's too broken to be better
Then, For fear of wilting She began to blossom Wherewithal in afore time She stealthed her reflections Hitherto embracing refulgent glimmers Battered yet brazened Holpened by the flood Blissful, She's way better than being broken
Like Jigsaw puzzles In pieces she wells up strength Devoid of hell-mories That besmirched her being Entrusting her remaining self Onto the sanctuary of her soul Bludgeoned yet burgeoned Blooming in bruises Beamish, She's too blessed to be bitter
I took my refuge at a chintz chair near the window. My head was getting dizzy, it always did when I came near a lot of people. Taking a deep breath, I shot a glance around the room. It was quite large but the crowd made it look smaller. Everywhere, people laughed and gossiped, with the occasional clinking of glasses. It was a small get together, and I wouldn't have been here if Chloe didn't force me to. I hardly knew anyone. The room was bustling with a strange concoction of emotions; euphoria, affection, sadness and maybe a little regret. I was lost in my reverie of thoughts when I sensed someone standing in front of me with a tray of glasses. Her eyes had a slightly frosty look about them, her blond locks floating a little in the afternoon breeze. I picked up a glass and shuddered, it was freezing cold.
The call for lunch came and everyone started towards the dining hall. I caught up with Chloe in the hallway. "So, having a good time, aren't you?" I asked her irritably. "Yeah, you know, I'm meeting Aunt Stephanie after such a long time!". She was really happy, so I left it at this. "Well, do you know who that girl is?" I pointed towards the blonde girl who was now guiding people to the hall. "I reckon she is Mrs. Beckett's niece, Ivy. Never saw her before though." she said. At that precise moment, we bumped into another one of her long-time-no-see relative, so I hurried ahead before I was also dragged into their conversation.
The dining hall had a high ceiling and a long wooden table was placed in the center of the room. I pulled up a chair and sat with the others. Food was served. The table was lined up with dishes, all of which looked delicious. I ate a few and they tasted fine (I usually don't eat outside). Then after came the dessert. A lady in lime green dress, whom I took to be Mrs. Merriweather, stood up. She announced, "Now, y'all might've met her already, Ivy I mean, she came here a week ago. She's been so sweet to help me out with the arrangements and she also baked the blueberry pie herself!" Everyone clapped. I took a slice of the pie and ate a spoonful. It tasted a little sweet at first but then it got pungently bitter. As it went down my throat, it settled like a piece of lead. I shivered slightly, it was cold. I slid off unnoticed as everyone was busy admiring the pie.
I was passing through the hallway when I saw Ivy, sitting on the stairs cross-legged, looking lost as ever. She saw me looking at her and stood up straightening herself. I went up to her.
"Hello, Ivy. I'm Clementine." "Hello" she said in a monotonous tone. I bored into her eyes. "Are you alright, Ivy?" She got startled. "Ye--yeah absolutely. Why'd you ask?" "It's no use lying to me. I know what has happened." "No you don't. How can...you know? You c--can't." She eyed me suspiciously. "You have to let it go...it wasn't your fault that he died." I spoke in a firm tone. She was positively shaking at this point. "I--I don't know what you're talking about!" She sat on a stair, sobbing. I sat down beside her. Patting her head softly, I said, "It's in the past now, dear. You have to move on." "I can't... I loved him more than my life! I don't have a single grain of hope left with me..." Her eyes swam as she spoke. "You're wrong here. There is always a little sunshine worth fighting the storm for..." She looked up. "Tell me, do you believe in magic?" I held her hand firmly in mine and bored into her eyes once more. A cold stream flushed within me, I felt cold blooded and weak. But the girl's face radiated like sunrise after a long night, eyes sparkling like waves in sunshine. Her dried lips drew up in a smile. "I don't know how, but I'm feeling a lot better now." She said warmly. "Thank you for talking to me Clementine. It really helped." She paced gleefully towards the dining hall.
Inspite of the cold feeling, I was satisfied. Afterall, this feeling was only going to last one or two hours, but the pleasure of saving a life lasts much longer.
In case you didn't get it (I know I'm a bad at narrating), the narrator of this story has superpower of 'empathy'. She can taste people's emotions by tasting the food they cook. And she can heal other's emotional wounds by extracting them into herself.
P.S- It's my first lame attempt at writing a short-story.