Four Walls

by Fiona Campbell

I climb them every second of every hour. The chipped green paint beneath my dirty bare feet. They don't understand, in here, that every second drips Chinese torture water on my crazy brain. Three years and counting, drip by torturous drip. I run across the ceiling, hide in corners, play the game. They see what they want to see in here, to them I am just a mad old woman - they don't see my bare feet race around these walls when their backs are turned.


Fiona Campbell writes in spite of herself.


Joe said...

Kafka-esque. Very well done.

Teresa Stenson said...

Love that image of an old woman running at 90 degrees around the walls. Great stuff.

Shaylen Maxwell said...

I LOVE THIS! And it reminds me of task of trying to get published! LOL! Climbing the unclimbable wall. Drip by torturous drip! Not to mention that with every passing year I become more and more a mad old woman. Haha. XD Great work, I hope you write again!

quin browne said...

they never see mine running, either.

very nice.