I stare at the blank window pane, seeing a white rim and wood coloured middle, not yet painted, the sharp edges stabbing your eyes with splinters just looking at them. This whole room used to be green, now it's blank none of the secret corners or special nooks. There used to be a painted tree, there to brighten the room, now everything has lost it light. Mum used to nurse me in hear, singing sweet melody as I tried to shut my eyes and pretend to fall asleep even though I couldn't, just so she could have one night of rest, I knew what a bad state she was in. I cough and choke as I try to catch my breath but I know as soon as I go and get a glass of water I will taste nothing, and there will be an empty glass, I don't know why I haven't died yet, maybe I am swallowing water, it just isn't quenching my thirst. Mum left, three weeks ago, all the green left, she lay in bed, calm and peaceful, staring at the green bird she had thought of when I was little. My mum knew everything, she could paint something with her mind and plant a tree with her eyes closed. She was the environment, she could do anything, but she left and so did all the green. The rooms in our house used to be spilling with all types of green, now the colour is stripped of the walls and blank, like a blank canvas that needs to be painted, we are urging something to paint everything but we can't, we used all the paint to quickly to many coats of paint were put in one corner, and it's all thanx to me, to us to the earth, we used it and now it's gone and we can't get it back because if we try, we'll lose everything we haven't already lost.
SET IN THE YEAR 2021
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