Her hair was the picture of perfection, pulled back into a simple bun atop her somewhat misshapen head .The small black bobby pins barely peeking through luscious, dark chocolate hair. Her cheeks were flushed with coral against the soft pale undertones of her ivory skin. She had eyes that could hold the gaze of any man, but would never let their guard down. These ice blue eyes were rimmed with a solid black outline, carefully painted on as if by an artist of great importance. Her face was meticulously sculpted, beauty that no one had ever seen, but all the while she detested it.
The water level had risen to flow above her knees now. The soles of her feet were now touching the cool, polished silver of the shower faucet, feeling heavy like large boulders. She found comfort on the wall that her head rested upon. This tiled wall had no desire to kiss her or make unwelcome movements toward her, it was simply there to be a shoulder to lean upon. She closed her eyes and took in a deep, slow breath of air. Her eyes opened gradually, wanting to let go of all the anxiety and stress she had been feeling.
Her hands begin to move slowly through the clear liquid and her fingertips begin to gently caress her thighs as she memorizes their individuality. She lifts one hand and examines its lines and structure. As she stares at the her right palm she is remembered that the life line is the longest line in the hand; though hers seems to weave into others. Does that mean that this moment in her life was predetermined when her body was created? Is it fate that has brought her into these last moments of despair? She is not certain, but she presses forward with only few thoughts on the subject.
She lays back, completely at ease. No worries, no thoughts of any kind. Just an open mind and an empty heart. You must take notice of how she does not care that it is empty now. Plenty of men have tried to fill the void but nothing seemed worthwhile, nothing seemed as easy as what is happening now. She wants to let go of it all and be free.
She expels all of the air in her lungs and lets her body slide to the bottom of the hard tub. Once there, she pictures how her life would have been had she been living in someone else’s shoes. She fights her lungs until the world finally goes dark.
This is her porcelain coffin.
