- Elma Mallick
The Everlasting Nightmare
The heavy rains and tumultuous thunder indicate Zeus’s outrage.
A girl is walking home, eyes glued to the cracks on the sidewalk.
Her intersection is ahead; she looks both ways to confirm she is alone.
The blisters on her hand burn as she grasps the doorknob.
Closing the door behind her, she anxiously turns and confirms she has locked the door, seven times.
She stands in front of the mirror, gazing at her swollen, chestnut brown eyes.
Once the first tear escapes, the rest follow with the current of the Johnstown Flood.
Falling to the ground, she tightly grips her thighs with her nails digging into her skin.
The cries of a Ringneck Parakeet trapped in a cage echo through her larynx, causing her ears to ring.
The reason for this distress is unknown.
The vivid and bronze coffee stain on the wall catches her sight; thirty minutes pass.
She lies in bed with the fear that someone will break in, unable to sleep.
Unaware of what her future holds, she starts to panic and her asthma kicks in.
“I am fine,” she states.
And the cycle repeats itself.