Perspective
by Bethany Baker
Rain pours through the open window.
She sits alone, cold and wet.
A roar of thunder shakes the ground.
Her vision blurs with a mix of rain and tears;
the lights flicker,
then go out.
She feels her way to the corner of the room,
and sinks down onto the damp floor.
Wind whips her curtains off their rod.
Lightning brightens the room for only a second.
Then, the walls begin to close in;
closer and closer they get
A boom of thunder muffles her scream.
The creaking of the floorboards gets distinctly louder;
closer and closer they get.
She sits, anxiously watching the doorknob rattle.
Slowly, the door opens.
There’s a figure in the doorway.
Your room is so dark! And what are you doing in the corner?
The woman tugs back the curtains,
releasing sunlight all throughout the room.
I’m just looking at the world through my perspective, says the girl;
forcing a smile upon her face.
She sits alone, cold and wet.
A roar of thunder shakes the ground.
Her vision blurs with a mix of rain and tears;
the lights flicker,
then go out.
She feels her way to the corner of the room,
and sinks down onto the damp floor.
Wind whips her curtains off their rod.
Lightning brightens the room for only a second.
Then, the walls begin to close in;
closer and closer they get
A boom of thunder muffles her scream.
The creaking of the floorboards gets distinctly louder;
closer and closer they get.
She sits, anxiously watching the doorknob rattle.
Slowly, the door opens.
There’s a figure in the doorway.
Your room is so dark! And what are you doing in the corner?
The woman tugs back the curtains,
releasing sunlight all throughout the room.
I’m just looking at the world through my perspective, says the girl;
forcing a smile upon her face.